Yesterday, we took Dylan to meet Santa. She handled the strange, white-bearded man much better than we expected. Although she's small, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful source of cheer; the innocence, the whole-hearted belief. The experience was a bit overwhelming for mama, keeping sleepy baby girl happy during the wait with crying children all about, but we survived. It's a tradition that I wouldn't want Dylan to miss out on, an important childhood rite of passage.
Now to spend the last weekend before Christmas scrambling about for last minute necessities. It is unusually warm down here and doesn't feel at all like December, but Christmas is officially here. I am welcoming the chaos of the holiday and the great music that accompanies it.