Grandma Deb-Deb just left Boise after a whirlwind of holiday fun! We went on the North Pole Express train ride. Elliot has spent the last month looking forward to this trip. She was not disappointed.
HOWEVER. I would like to take a minute of your time to complain about fake bearded Santas. (if anyone else wants to pipe in on this one, I'd love to hear it) Even a three year old is not fooled by this farce. It's going to kill the Christmas magic before she is four. The first f-b-s had to adjust his beard to drink water. Elliot saw and noted. The second f-b-s had a beard such that you could not see his mouth very well. Elliot thought that Santa's beard looked like a mask. Thank goodness that the mall Santa is a real bearded one. Elliot is sure that he is legit.
Here we are, loading onto the train...getting cozy. Do you like Izaak's Christmas moustache? Personally, I can't wait until the 26th when it gets shaved. But then that is just me.
And here are my beautiful babies with Mr and Mrs Claus. Do you think that Santa's beard looks like a mask? Can you tell that Elliot is not buying it? Nope, she is a trifle weirded out that she can't see his mouth when he is talking to her. I am not even sure if Henry is impressed, or maybe he is. Can't tell.
And here we all are at the North Pole. The North Pole is just over an hour from Boise by train. Apparently. And, yes. I agree. The blow up snowmen look a bit cheesy. But you know what? Elliot loved it. She ate up that North Pole, devouring it for the fun thing that it was. She hasn't stopped mentioning that she got to really see Santa's house and workshop. Somethings are magical.