Breakfast with Santa

Time just keeps marching on. Saturday was Breakfast with Santa. I think this is the fifth one Luke's attended. We took him when he was a 10 month old babe, and again when he was 22 months. That year we arrived just as the festivities were ending and posed for a quick photo with Santa. The Christmas he was 2, his anxieties were at their highest. We had received his diagnosis just a few months prior, and he was about to begin preschool. It was the most stressful time of life . . . so far. Anyway, we skipped that year. Last year we went and Luke had a nice time, though we did our best to avoid the crowds.

This year was really fabulous. We got our Santa picture, Luke choosing once again to stay with Mom and Dad and not Santa. It's his tradition.



Luke was so patient waiting in line for the picture.



He enjoyed a few crafts.

From the moment we arrived he looked for his buddy Annie. He latched onto her last year at Breakfast with Santa too. I'm sure he remembered. We didn't meet up with Annie and her family until after we'd eaten. And although he asked about her repeatedly and was not happy when other folks sat at our table, he controlled his emotions and only quietly voiced his protests to me.

Smiley kids doing crafts.

Luke getting in on the conversation.

3 silly kindergartners

Breakfast with Santa was relatively easy and fun. Amazing.