Santa Experience

This morning we went to Bass Pro Shop to get our Santa picture. I had heard it was a good place to go and it was. We were the only people there so we talked to him before we did it to get them warmed up. M was not impressed and really didn't want to do it at all, but we bribed her with Candy canes. G was terrified of him and was screaming terribly in the pic before this one. All in all, I thought it was a pretty decent picture. They're both saying, "Seriously mom- this is dumb."

After that we went to Independence Center and the kids played around a bit before coming home. I put a briscuit in before we left and OH MY my house smells DELICIOUS! I'm having a bunch of people over tonight to help me eat it since I know Brooks won't. A 10 lb briscuit would last me about a year frozen. I am hoping it tastes as good as it smells.

I've been thinking a lot about how motherhood teaches you to get over yourself. You have all of these plans in place about how things will be- even the second time. For example, I was thinking how I would make all G's baby food because if he'd never had the jarred stuff he'd probably like real food and veggies more, right? WRONG. G still will barely eat anything at all, so all that time and energy I wasted making his purees? Wasted. Not just that- lots of things...motherhood is really good at putting you in your place, teaching you to let go, and making you go with the flow. Prozac is pretty good at that too.