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Christmas Party

Aaron went to his first Christmas party. We've been asking him if he was excited to meet Santa for weeks. I put him in his cute little Christmas onesie. 
I tried to put him in a pair of jeans, but they are still way too big.
Aaron snuggled with me early in the day to conserve his energy for Santa. 
I was excited to see how Aaron would react. Here's my first Santa picture. 


We tried to put Aaron in the Christmas sweater that my mom bought him, but when I tried it on him, he was pretty hungry and not having it.

My dad said it was because he wanted nothing to do with the dark side.

We got to the party and my family was there and the food was amazing! They had a taco bar and salsa contest. Sammy ate some salsa that even made his eyes start watering up. He went up to the woman who made it and told her he loved it, and she had watery eyes as well.
Aaron got passed around the party to people that I grew up with. It was so fun to see him with them, and how he'd keep looking for me every time he heard my voice :)

When Santa finally arrived, Aaron was hungry so we hurriedly fed him while we waited for the line to go down.

Aaron finally finished eating and it was his turn to see Santa.

He didn't cry, but he wasn't sure what to think.
Last Christmas I had no idea how excited I'd be to bring my little baby to meet Santa. What a wonderful Christmas this has been with Aaron, seeing him experience things for the first time.


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