Hypnosis by TV and Santa

OK - you love the TV a little too much. It is like one day you were just completely hypnotized by it and ever since then you beg to watch. I would say it has been about the last month and half to two months that you decided TV is awesome! You mainly want to see Elmo. So maybe it is an Elmo obsession, but you seem happy with basic Sesame Street or Bolt. You even watched the Polar Express with Grandpa the other night. Oh, speaking of that. Two big things happened this weekend. You and I spent our first night apart. You spent the night over at the Grandparents house for the first time. It went ok. I think you did better then I did overall. It was strange for me, but I managed. I just need to practice here and there. I mean I know someday you would probably like to not live with us, so I have got to get myself ready. I may only have you sleeping under the same roof with me for 16 more years. I did get to sleep in until 9 a.m. and that felt wonderful. I could use more mornings like that. So then on Saturday morning the grandparents returned with you and we all went to the children's museum to get a picture of you with Santa. Grandma dressed you up so cute. You came in with a red sweater with a reindeer on it and red converse. Everything was too big for you, but I could have eaten you up right there and then. By the time we got into the main room you could tell it was nap time for you. We didn't time our visit very well. Grandma tried to coach you on what to say when Santa asked you what you wanted for Christmas, which was... Elmo. You liked that answer. I could tell it wasn't going to go so well. You were quiet while I held you and we talked to the snow queen, but when I tried putting you in Santa's lap all hell broke loose. You did not like that. Santa just asked me to back up, he held you tight, they took the picture, and I swooped you up again. But oddly as we were walking away from Santa you got more agitated. You started saying stuff that I couldn't understand and it seemed directed at Santa. I wasn't sure if you were mad at him or what. So I went back up the ramp a little ways and you calmed down. I asked you to tell Santa what you wanted but you just stared at him. When I walked away finally, you got all upset again. So we headed for the exit and got you a snack and some juice. You sat with another little girl with her grandparents, ate, and recuperated. She was even more traumatized by the whole Santa experience then you were. I think she was scared of Santa. I don't think you were scared of him. You just didn't want me to put you down. After that we enjoyed some time at the Children's museum. It is a fun place with lots to do. We will have to go back soon.

Here's the picture: