I'm totally over dressing my kids matchy-matchy and Christmasy cute for photos with Santa.
Over it. We wait in line. They crawl around on the floor. They whine. They cry. They complain about tucking their shirts in. They fight me when I insist on combing their hair and buttoning up shirts. So. I stopped doing it. It's totally not worth it. Because really, all I want to do is forge a tradition with them that lives in their heart. And in the end, it doesn't really matter at all what they are wearing. So I gave it up and decided to save myself some sanity.
Would I love a color coordinated photo. INDEED. One hundred million percent. I'm a scarpboker at heart and of COURSE I want this. But, it's just not worth the fuss. Because, do you know how long we actually SIT on Santa's lap? About 90 seconds.
So yep. This year we went right after school (which we typically do every year) and I just kept them in their uniforms (secretly I know they match and that makes my anal type A nature a tiny bit happy!) and we just go and get it done.
And this year? ALL SMILES. I'm one happy Mama.
ps. Luke said "I can't tell you what I told Santa I wanted! It's only for him to know!" Gah. So, I did what any good mother would do and I paid Santa to tell me asked his sister what he wanted and she told me! :) Hee hee!