merry germ-infested cliche
We took the kid to the mall (gasp!) on Christmas Eve (yikes!) in Bakersfield (ugh!) to get his photo taken with the jolly, red-suited, fat-guy. We luckily timed it perfectly – got there a short while before Santa arrived – the whole experience only took about 40 minutes. 40 minutes was, however, long enough for Harrison and me to contract at least one of the sicknesses floating around on the child-sized petri dishes surrounding us. We’ve both had pretty bad colds for a week – the good news is, the kid handles colds way better than his father, which means that there really is only one baby in the family.
The kid hasn’t been loving strangers and has been HATING men with beards so I was eagerly anticipating a baby-explosion caught-on-camera for the record books. I even told the photo-elf don’t worry about trying to make him smile – just take the photo. Unfortunately, the kid looked up at the scary, mall-santa-for-hire and was completely stoic. Well, there’s always next year.
Listening: The National
ha! just watched the link for “man flu” yes, john has a “man flu” we just have colds =)
That Santa is pretty creepy looking. And is he wearing a large belt buckle? That alone says Bakersfield.
Nicole, The mall in Bakersfield is a time warp. You get to see a lot of things you haven’t seen in 10 to 20 years. It’s the land that fashion forgot…
I’m pretty sure I bought my prom dress there in 1992. Red – to match my hair. I looked smokin hot.