On Saturday Nana, Grandad, and I loaded Jackson up in the car to go see Santa Claus. This was to be Jackson’s first time to see Santa because last year he was not allowed out in public. When we arrived we waited a little bit for Brandon’s meeting to end so that he could meet us up there. At about 1:05 Brandon arrives. As we walk up to the booth we see Santa leaving for lunch to help maintain that portly figure of his. While we wait for Santa to finish lunch we decided to go shopping for a while. Jackson does pretty well shopping and even gets to ride up and down the escalator. On our way back over to Santa he starts to get a little fussy. It was by this time nearing naptime and when Jackson gets tired he lets you know. Dead set on completing the mission of seeing Santa we get in line. As we get closer and closer to Santa Jackson gets fussier and fussier. We are almost out of snacks in the snack cup when we reach the front of the line. As I set Jackson on Santa’s lap he wiggles, reaches for me, and starts yelling. By listening to him you would have never thought he started out his life with lung problems. We snap a few quick pictures to document the momentous occasion and then we quickly get the heck out of dodge. Thirty minutes later Jackson is home snoozing dreaming of Santa. I just hope he was hugging Santa instead of running from him.
Save me Mommy! Save me!
Get me out of here!
Seriously people, who the heck is this guy!
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