Mojo got to meet Mr & Mrs Claus today at the Bonnycastle club. It definitely beats going to the mall to see him - it's harder for Dad to get a beer at the mall. When we first got there, Santa Clown (very scary to any toddler) was making festive holiday balloon animals. He wasn't the official Santa - Santa's wagon (?) was pulled by his reindeer (?) down Bonnycastle Avenue and parallel parked in front of the club. Maureen did great, though Mrs. Claus berated Santa for not properly supporting her head. I wonder if you can sue Santa Claus?
On four different occasions someone called Mojo a he - I guess that's why little girls Mo's age wear pink. When we got back to our table after sitting on Santa's lap and cousin Gus opened Maureen's present, we saw that she got a toy train. I'm sure baby girls will play with trains too.
Last night was a family Christmas party on my mother's side. Each year there's one or two new babies brought into the rather large family. Their first year they are the superstars of the party. The following years they become part of the background noise. This year it was Mojo's turn to shine - and she did her part to work the room. If there was ever a time for her to catch a bug, it was last night as she was passed from person to person like a football. Everyone seemed to love her and we got many compliments on her beauty.
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