In light of the Richardson/Hellmer/Rough/Anderson/Kaiser's ever expanding family, we tried something new this year - instead of getting together for Christmas dinner, my mom hosted a Christmas Cocktail party so we could include everyone. Peyton was dressed to the nines in her satin and velvet party gown (thanks Grandma!). And even though she was still battling that damn pneumonia, she knew she looked great, and wasn't afraid to show it off.
The party turned out to be a smashing success, and Santa Claus even came to visit. My cousin's son Logan adored Santa and was beaming as he sat in his lap. My nephew Scott didn't show much enthusiasm either way, but then again, he's only 3 months old. Peyton, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the Jolly one.
I thought if I showed Peyton how much I love Santa, and how I'm not afraid to sit on his lap, she might feel more comfortable.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Peyton was so distraught by the experience, she wouldn't even let Nahnee hold her. But what I really love about this picture (besides the priceless expression) is the fact Peyton - despite her obvious misery - is grasping onto her Christmas cookie for dear life. And, I must find some old pictures of me when I was a baby and screaming my head off. I'm pretty sure Peyton's expression is an exact replica.
Peyton hid in the corner of my parent's patio for awhile, trying to overcome her fear.
The trauma was soon forgotten, when Peyton opened up her present from my Aunt and Uncle - a sparkling doll house. Although, it appears Dad may have enjoyed playing with it just as much!
In light of the Richardson/Hellmer/Rough/Anderson/Kaiser's ever expanding family, we tried something new this year - instead of getting together for Christmas dinner, my mom hosted a Christmas Cocktail party so we could include everyone. Peyton was dressed to the nines in her satin and velvet party gown (thanks Grandma!). And even though she was still battling that damn pneumonia, she knew she looked great, and wasn't afraid to show it off.
The party turned out to be a smashing success, and Santa Claus even came to visit. My cousin's son Logan adored Santa and was beaming as he sat in his lap. My nephew Scott didn't show much enthusiasm either way, but then again, he's only 3 months old. Peyton, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the Jolly one.
I thought if I showed Peyton how much I love Santa, and how I'm not afraid to sit on his lap, she might feel more comfortable.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Peyton was so distraught by the experience, she wouldn't even let Nahnee hold her. But what I really love about this picture (besides the priceless expression) is the fact Peyton - despite her obvious misery - is grasping onto her Christmas cookie for dear life. And, I must find some old pictures of me when I was a baby and screaming my head off. I'm pretty sure Peyton's expression is an exact replica.
Peyton hid in the corner of my parent's patio for awhile, trying to overcome her fear.
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