A Visit To See Santa

I am a big believer in going to see Santa VERY early in the season. I don't know how parents have the patience, especially with even more impatient children, to stand in line to see Santa Clause just days before Christmas. This year I took Quinn to Columbia Mall to sit on Santa's lap. There was no line and it was a beautiful sight! They had a Naughty-Nice Meter, a mailbox that blew out snow (bubbles) when opened and the letter dropped in, and the Grand Finale - Santa Clause. Quinn loves Santa Clause - she isn't the least bit scared (which is more than I can say for myself when I was her age), which makes it a delight to see and snap some pictures while she rattles off her list to the man in red. This year she asked for a pair of roller skates with a helmet and a fishing pole. Santa busted out laughing when he heard that one! His exact quote was, "This girl wants a fishing pole for Christmas!" I had to explain to him that Daddy is a fisherman and she's been looking forward to going with him!

Santa believes in me? Whew!

We had a good day together - after visiting Columbia Mall, we headed over to Arundel Mills Mall and had lunch, took pictures in one of those silly booths, and watched the huge fish swim in the Bass Pro Shops fish tank. All done a week before Thanksgiving!

We mus ALWAYS stop at the Disney Store!

Love the Holiday outfit!

Quinn-isms

So we were at Paula's yesterday for Thanksgiving (I'll blog about that when the weekend is over and the traveling is through) and Matt was holding a wine corkscrew when Quinn came over to him and asked him what it was and what it was for. The following conversation ensued:

Quinn: "What's that?"
Matt: "It's a corkscrew."
Quinn: "What's it for?"
Matt: "You pull the cork out of a wine bottle with it."
Quinn: "Matt, will you hurt yourself with that?"
Matt: "No."
Quinn: "Well I would!"

Tonight Kirch and I were sitting down to eat our Subway subs when Quinn came running into the living room and proceeded to put a hand under each foot and then try to stand up while stepping on her hands. Kirch and I looked at each other, perplexed, and this was the following short conversation:

Kirch: "Quinn, what are you doing?
Quinn: "I'm trying to pick myself up!!!"

I can't be THAT heavy!!!

I swear, these never ever get old. I only wish I could remember all of them!

Coach Quinn

Quinn and I took advantage of the beautiful weather this weekend and hit two different playgrounds in two days. On Saturday, after dance class and tennis lessons, we went to the Kentlands and played on the swings (her favorite) and the jungle gym before heading to the outside flea market to peruse the booths. It was beautiful out!

Yessss! This is so cool!

Seesaws are fun too!

On Sunday, we hit a playground in Germantown. I was pushing her on the swing, and she was really crankin'. She was loving going so high! She kept saying, "I'm going high on the Earth!" She said she wanted to go into outer space, so I asked her if she wanted to be an astronaut. After I explained what an astronaut was, she thought about it and said, "Mommy, if I go into space I would be lost from you. I don't want to do that, I just want to grow up and coach tennis with my daddy." There you have it - I guess we have our next tennis coach in the making!

Ooooh, this sun is brutal!

Crazy, static-y hair!