Let me start by saying that Eli is normally a very happy baby. On a normal day he will smile at anyone and loves to laugh. Not the case on the day we decided to go and see Santa...
He had already started acting up at the end of church. Josh had to get up and take him out of the service. He screamed
We finally got up to see Santa. Eli looked very stunned. He would look at us and then look at Santa. He grabbed a nice wad of Santa's beard (glad it was a real) and got right up in his face. He was studying him. He then realized that we were several feet from him and he started to cry just after they snapped his picture! Bless his heart. Normally he would have been grinning from ear to ear. Oh well. It's a funny memory of a very ill baby and his first trip to see Santa.
|Eli was staring us down because he had just realized we weren't holding him|
|He was checking Santa out. Had a nice chunk of his beard as well. Poor Santa.|
|Right before he started crying.|
|This is the sad look that we got ALL. DAY. LONG.|
|He did like looking at the "fishies"|
|This was the happiest face we caught all morning!|