Sat 2 Dec 2006
Canola and Santa
Posted by Liza under Personal
I know you were all dying to learn this: According to the label on the fancy French organic canola oil, which I did not buy, it comes from a plant related to mustard. Which is funny, since one of the reasons people cook with it is because canola oil is essentially flavorless.
The less fancy US organic canola oil I bought made wonderful popcorn.
Today, we went to the mall. We wanted to hit the discount department stores at our local mall, mostly for sippy cups and warm pjs for Noah.
When we got there, there was no line to have your picture taken with Santa.
No line.
On a Saturday.
In December.
Noah was not dressed for it. He was wearing an orange polo-collar onesie and little jeans. And his defaced dragon shoes.
But there was no line.
No.Line.
Noah was also overtired. His morning nap had been 25 minutes.
But there was no line.
So we have a picture of Noah on Santa’s lap, looking dazed and tired, and not smiling. But at least he isn’t crying. And you can’t see that the shoes are defaced.
(Grandma-in-DC, we’re sorry he wasn’t in his Christmas PJs. But there was No Line. Did I mention that there was no line? We’ll set up some Christmas PJ pictures at home.)





December 3rd, 2006 at 11:55 am
All that build up and you aren’t going to show us the Santa pictures?!?
December 3rd, 2006 at 10:03 pm
I really can’t post them.
December 4th, 2006 at 1:20 pm
So, did you complain about the shoes? ‘Cause that’s horrid, and I want to know what the school has to say about it!
December 4th, 2006 at 5:43 pm
What’s with the shoes? What does the school have to say about that?
Those look like Robeez, and Robeez aint cheeep. Me? I’d make a big stink and ask them to cover the price of the shoes they’ve defiled. Especially since Noah’s name was on the bottom.
Anyhoo. YAY for no line at Santa.
Upon my in-law’s request, we’ll be taking Henry to meet Santa at my F-i-L’s golf club (how very, *very*) on Saturday. It’s sure to be a circus and I’m willing to bet $$$ that Henry gets overstimulated and pitches a big, stinkin’ fit on Santa’s lap.
Which is why I’m secretly taking him to meet Santa on Wednesday at a local school. No stupid outfits or reindeer hats. No circus. Just us and Santa and Henry’s little friends.