As you can see, Nelly met the big fella for the first time.
We met The Husband at Southland and lined up for our shot with Santa, worrying constantly that Nelly would attack him (shes a major hair puller, it's terrible) or just cry but we didn't have to worry.
She did turn around a fair amount, wondering who the old man with the beard was and she may have had a crack at his beard but then The Husband started to ring the bell that he was holding and that distracted her enough from looking at Santa to look forward and Santas Helpers were able to jiggle toys all over the place and entertain her, but not smile was cracked.
I felt like a liar with my feeble 'she usually smiles all the time' as you can see it really didn't look like the truth.
I also felt so so very awkward sitting here having our photo taken with a line of people watching on. It's pretty evident in our photo I think.
I never knew how short Santa was. I towered over him.
I wore this gorgeous red dress that my friend Steph gave to me, how sweet is she?!
Nelly is wearing:
Yeah, don't forget us Santa!!
Because everyone loves a selfie.
Still trying to get her to look at the camera but no dice...
I hope that everyone has a brilliant weekend!
Have you had your photo with santa? With children or fur babies?