Breakfast with Santa

We took the kids to breakfast with Santa at Cedar Hill Farm on Saturday morning. Benton is a bit skeptical of the big guy this year, and he keeps saying he just wants to call Santa. We walked into the breakfast and Benton got a bit shy. As we stood in line to see Santa, Benton acted brave. It was our turn.

Lindsey ran and jumped in his lap and promptly told him she wanted a Princess Like Me Belle doll. Benton clung to my leg several feet away, so he told Santa from afar that he wanted Transformers. At this point, we put Kate in the lap with Lindsey and attempted to get a picture.

(I love how Kate and Santa are looking at each other. They both looked surprised to see the other, then she SCREAMED!)

We ate a delicious breakfast, then it was time to go. The adorable ending to this morning was that Santa gave each child a book that he wrote a personal note in. Lindsey of course loved this part. However, this is where Benton's breakdown began. He told Santa he asked for a Transformer, not a book. He was adamant that Santa was ruining Christmas. The elf worker tried desperately to explain to Benton that the book was just a little treat and the Transformers would come on Christmas day, but there was no consoling the kid.

Outside the restaurant was the farm, and Benton calmed down quickly when he saw all the animals. There were precious baby goats and sheep to pet and even a peacock (side note: the night before a bird flew into our house. So random and so creepy. Benton thought we had a peacock in our house. So he assumed the peacock at the farm had found its way home). All was merry and bright at this point, so we decided it was a great time to load up and head home. At which point Benton began breakdown #2: he wanted to see the monkeys (at the farm. Because why wouldn't there be monkeys at a farm?).