Sophie & G Meet Santa

It was an exciting day a few weeks ago when we all got to watch Sophie meet Santa for the very first time!

Georgia showed her little sis how it's done, by hopping right up to tell the Big Man what she wants for Christmas. Quite a contrast to last year.

Specifically, she is asking for a princess, a princess castle, and a baby. We have not clarified whether she's expecting a real, live baby, since that is what she got last year...

Super smiley!

Sophie was a little confused.

Henry was a good sport and ran up for a photo op.

Then we all ate breakfast - did I mention this was at 8am?

Soph was a big fan of the french toast sticks.

Flo and Rupert also came along!

"Why isn't he eating french toast sticks?"

They refused to hug on cue for the camera. It's about time, I suppose.

Later, G decided to write a formal letter to follow up on her Santa interview from earlier in the day.

Happy birthday Sophie!

A day early, but Sophie enjoys sharing cupcakes with her class!

Georgia's Post-preschool Popcorn Snack

Sophie Tries Popcorn

She likes it! She's one of us!

Sophie likes saltines

One in each hand, thank you very much.

OVERHEARD: During Playtime

Daddy sees Georgia talking on her play cell phone.

Georgia: Hmm, yes, I was thinking about babysitting. (Pause) No, not Hannah, just you. (Long pause, then as if interrupting) I'll just explain it all to you when you come. (Long pause)

Georgia brings white beaded necklace to daddy.

Georgia: I need you to help me hook this. I'm going out on my date night, with my daddy.
Daddy: Oh, who is your daddy?
Georgia: Adrian.
Daddy: I heard you were on the phone?
Georgia: Yes, I called the babysitter for my babies.
Daddy: Who is your babysitter?
Georgia: Beyonce.

RETOLD

Georgia: Daddy, who is the best?
Daddy: What do you mean, G?
Georgia: With you and mommy, who is the best?
Daddy: Um, we're both the best.
Georgia: No. Mommy is.
Daddy: You're right, she is.

To his credit, Daddy retold this story knowing full well that I would publish it.

Also, it's worth noting that as I am typing this, Georgia is throwing a world class fit upstairs because I asked her to get out of bed and come to dinner. In other words, "the best" is a fleeting title.