So Sad...

Last Saturday Colton met Santa - for the first time - and was terrified. My mom hates this picture. As the doting Nana that she is, she can't handle Colton's face. Are Evan and I bad parents if we couldn't stop laughing at how much Santa scared him? Maybe. I was prepared for him to not want to sit on Santa's lap, but to be clinging to me, refusing to even look in Santa's direction? I'm thinking that in the next few years, as Colton begins to realize that Santa is the nice man leaving him gifts, this attitude will most likely change.

Some more sad news (though the above could also be labeled as 'funny'). I was taking pictures. Cute ones too. I took all kinds of Colt at Evan's work party (where he 'met' Santa). It snowed a ton the other day so I worked up all of my courage and layered Colton and I up. And I do mean layered. I think we each had 6 layers on. Sure, we were sweating on our way out the door, but this Texan was NOT going to freeze her fanny off. As Colton was running around in the snow and discovering what a delicacy it was to EAT the snow, I'm snapping all kind of pictures. Oh, I was feeling like quite the supermom, capturing my son on camera. Now I realize that most parents have a tendency to regularly document these moments, but work with me here people. To make a long story short, I try to upload these pictures on my computer and there aren't any pictures to upload! And, now the camera is saying it's a bad memory card! Bless my heart! I have no idea how to retrieve any of the pictures so now I'm blogging with the picture that Evan's work took. I guess that's what I get for trying to document Colt's childhood.

On a happier note, 5 days and counting until Ultrasound Day. I'm more convinced than ever that it's a boy. Evan thinks I'm crazy to be feeling so sure, but it's documented here folks. We shall see...