We paid a visit to the Jolly Man himself last weekend. It was a long 90 minute wait that backed up to lunch and nap time and had Rowan hurling herself to the ground on multiple occasions and even sweet G protesting with fussing and eye rubbing.
But then it was our turn, and even though Rowan clammed up and didn't tell him her Christmas wish list, they enjoyed their moment with him and each left clutching a little dog, their parting gift for being good little elves. For days, Rowan recounted the experience and said "I didn't tell him anything, I need to go back!" I think we have her convinced that she can draw him a picture and call it a day, time will tell. :)
This is our final week of work and deadlines and craziness, and on Friday, we head for sunshine and beaches and a Brock Family Christmas. I can't wait, but I hope to enjoy many magical holiday moments between now and then. Onward we go...ho ho ho!