Tonight there is snow on the ground. One of the few times, in my memory, when snow preceded Christmas. It is supposed to be VERY cold in the coming days at least relative to the typical northwest weather that we get; in fact they say it will be colder than it has been here in 50 years.
The girls are REALLY excited for some playtime in the snow. Emma said it this way on the phone with BopOp earlier.
It weally is nowing!
Weah gonna mayka NO-MAN!
I am so ecthiting!
This is a far cry from where she was mentally last week when we had pictures taken with Santa.
In the attempt to get Emma on his lap she lost her right shoe and the other shoe came away with Santa fuzz stuck to the toe. Once she was successfully deposited onto his lap she dove for the nearest comfort, Abby.
The poor teenaged, “holiday helper” grabbed the squeaky toy and squeezed it’s plaintive wheeze, hoping for attention. It was not even an also-ran with Emma’s caterwallin. It was also no match for our terse and simultaneous instructions,
Take the picture!
As inneffectual as they were with the squeezy toy a snappy trigger finger caught the action for both posterity and as evidence for future therapists.
It also shows just how good a big sister Abby is to Emma.
blief 
Just when I think I have seen the funniest picture ever…this one comes along. That is so cute!!! It looks like a Norman Rockwell.
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What a hoot. Abby reminds me of a veteran actor when the newbie tries to take her camera angle!
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Lief, you said it was funny, but OMG, I am laughing so hard –what dolls!
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I’m sorry, but I don’t laugh at little girls (or boys) who are frightened by big fur-faced strangers wearing a red suit. I faintly remember my own introduction to Santa Claus when I was about Amelia’s age. My Mother slipped out of our two-room home (the Little Green House) on the homestead, leaving me with the kind but gruff man who was my Father.
Suddenly the outside door burst open and in came “Santa Claus” with “his” (her!) big “Ho! ho! ho!” I went screaming into my Father’s arms and, try as they both could, I would have nothing whatever to do with this “stranger”.
Yes, they are both dolls, and Big Sister Abby is an outstanding protector for her Little Sister. But I have to hold back a tear for my feelings of empathy with Amelia’s fears.
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