Mama-Come-Lately

The distress on this baby’s face hurts my heart.

It’s the classic thing to do. Put your kid on Santa’s lap, get a photo for the record books and say, “How cute!” if the baby ends up crying. One more thing gets checked off the holiday to-do list, no harm, no foul, right?

I disagree. So does this smart mama.

Here’s my short, sweet take on this: My baby cries enough. Actually, he cries very little, and I’d like to keep it that way.

Furthermore: I don’t want to be the cause of him crying more than he has to. He’s already into stranger anxiety, so I doubt plunking him on some stranger’s lap will go well or be nice for him. I don’t care if we never get a shot of him with Santa. I really don’t. I want his Christmasses to be filled with happiness and fun times with family and awesome food. That’s it.

Now, that said, I have a plan involving me as the filling in a Santa-and-baby sandwich.

Is it just me, or does that sound wrong?

Stay tuned, dear readers, to find out what happens. And rest assured, if he starts looking like that baby up there, I’ll get him outta there post-haste.