welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Sants meet Lyla, Lyla meet Santa

Posted by Todd & Chelsea at 10:19 PM

Sweetheart met Mr. Claus at Tuacahn a few weeks before Christmas. It was quite the event. We got her all sorts of bundled and then in Lyla fashion she pooped! We intended to go to the live nativity but by the time it was all said and done we just wanted to go home. I think Santa was more surprised/frightened by her than she was. As you can see, she wasn't too enthused. It was a good call too as she blew out all her many bundles on the way back to the car. See ya next year Santa....


 

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