Last month, when we went to New York City for Thanksgiving, we first stepped out into the city and I was watching Simon thinking his eye’s would fill with amazement from the tall skyscrapers. Something did catch his eye, but it was at the bottom of a skyscraper—a blow up Santa. He even pointed to it and said, “Santa.” I honestly had no idea he even knew who Santa was and am still a bit puzzled by that. But now we know a blow up Santa is the coolest part of NYC.
I was excited to see how he would react by meeting a “real” santa. Apparently blow up santas are better.
We did Christmas Eve and Christmas at my parents’ house this year. Playing games, hanging out, eating food.
Someone put some jingle bells around Simon’s ankle and it sure made the morning feel even livelier. Merry Christmas Simon!!! We love you!
