This morning we walked over to the MEA (American club) to have breakfast with Santa. The biggest draw for us wasn’t Santa, but bacon. It’s the only place in town I know of where we can have real bacon with our eggs. Everywhere else serves either turkey bacon (eh) or beef bacon (which tastes strangely like beef jerky).
Another storm is on the way. Last year Muscat got almost no rain, but this year we’ve been hit by the edges of a few tropical storms.
Camille was excited to be out and walking on her own instead of up in the Ergo or in the stroller.
We arrived, ate awesome pancakes (blueberry, chocolate chip, and apple in addition to regular ones), eggs, potatoes, and bacon and waited for Santa to arrive. When Calvin and Carter were little we didn’t do the whole Santa thing (made easier by the fact that Calvin was deathly afraid of Santa for several years), but in my old age I have lightened up. They still don’t believe in Santa, but if they want to go sit on Santa’s lap and tell him that they want Harry Potter Legos (Caleb), then rock on.
Who’s this strange guy in the red suit, coming up the ramp?
not a fan
It’s much safer up here in Dad’s lap . . .
If I don’t look at Santa, maybe he won’t look at me.
Caleb was sure to tell Santa that he wanted the movie Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2. The other boys just got in the photo to humor me.
Then the kids played with all their friends for the rest of the morning. Ho! Ho! Ho!