We took PK to see Santa at the Eaton Center on Sunday after a brief visit with her new cousin Eleanor. When we got there, there were maybe 3 or 4 people ahead of us in line, though we ended up having to wait 30 minutes in line because Santa had decided to go on a 30-minute break. I took the opportunity to go to Old Navy and buy PK some new pairs of jeans, since she'll be outgrowing her 0-3 months jeans very shortly. I left the hubby in line with PK while I went off. I ended up buying her 3-6 months jeans and 6-12 months jeans. By the time I got back in line, there was only one other person ahead of us, and the line behind us had grown significantly. Also, Santa was due back at any minute. Unfortunately, PK started taking a bit of a hissy fit when I got her out of her winter coat and snowpants. The hubby managed to soothe her while we were in line, but by the time we got to Santa, she started wailing again. We knew that the wailing was a hunger wail, but it was either feed her and wait in line for god knows how long, or take our chances with the Santa photo. We chose option b.
In the interest of not causing Santa to have a nervous breakdown, we opted for a family photo with Santa. The hubby sat to Santa's right, and I sat to Santa's left while holding PK. She was already pretty POed with me holding her, so I can only imagine how she would've been if Santa had held her. We took 3 different shots. The first two were no good since PK was wailing away - definitely not very festive. The third featured a calmer PK sucking away at her soother and looking off to the side. Not an ideal Santa photo, but it's still a keeper! Hopefully we'll fare a bit better next year!
After our Santa photo, we promptly re-located to a spot where we could give PK her bottle. She chugged through 180ml of formula no problem. I left the hubby with PK while I met up with my sis to do some Christmas shopping. I had to admit that I felt a bit bad about leaving him alone at the mall with her, but from what he told me, she was quite fascinated by the mall once she was well-fed and burped. They ended up walking home, and I got home just in time to catch the tail-end of her bath. As the hubby pointed out, this was the first time that he had been alone in public with PK. I think it worked out pretty well - he got some good quality time with her, and I got a bit of a break from mommyhood, if only for a couple of hours.