The clinic where Abs receives OT a million times a week, decided to have pictures with Santa today. Dealing with kids with special needs, sensory issues (like Abs), or children with an assortment of other struggles, it makes it hard to get in line at the mall, with all the lights and sounds that can affect them more than the normal child.
It can be sensory overload for some (like Abs) and so we just opt to not do it. We jumped at the chance to reserve a slot, have a bit of time with Santa, and he played his part well and talked to each of the kids (well except Em, who cringed at the thought of seeing Santa).
Santa invited Abs to sit on the arm of the chair. She told him she wasn't allowed to sit there, but he finally convinced her it was okay this one time.
I managed to get Em to sneak in for one picture. Oh the joys of having a teenager in the house!
Junior was asking Santa if he was on the naughty list. He must not have gotten the memo that I had to change dirty pants several times today. Ugh.
I'm hoping that their photographer got a better shot than I did!