I feel like I should have this fabulous funny story to go with the following. I really don't. Other than this is try number 2 with Santa and we spent time watching movies and talking about him and even got as far as getting excited when he saw him this time-no change.
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The city provides free Santa for a month of Saturdays. Last week I volunteered to help and got to know Santa and all of his plans for Christmas this year. Basically, he is a really awesome guy and even was willing to hold M&Ms to bribe Colt over. Colt almost went for it. The disappointing part is it's finals right now, so I was alone and had to hand the camera to someone else. She obviously got everything she could. If only Jack were there I could have gotten back and got the cute moment where he pointed and smiled and took a candy cane from Santa. Eh. Don't be surprised if I post another set next week. I have 2 more Saturdays.
After we were all done, we stood back and he watched and chatted and then made sure to say good bye to him. Little booger. After this, we headed to Walmart where Colt proceeded to eat a small bag of cheetos, drink some chocolate milk and rub his head. Then he proceeded to throw his usual fit, and strangers proceeded to walk by me and say things like "awe, poor kid." Sometimes, I think it eggs him on. I also want to stop them and say "Don't feel sorry for him, this is a result of him being spoiled." Because, let's face it, he is.
For instance, the last 3 days has been a "no eating" stand off because he only wants to eat gummi bears or popsicles. I broke him tonight however when he finally ate carrots and a sandwhich. Did you catch the 3 days. My child has refused to eat anything for 3 days. Spoiled. It's a really good thing we sleep at night because it is like pushing the resent button for me. He wakes up and cuddles with me, pretend snores in my arms for several min and then we start our day. So maybe he spoils me too in a way.