"Dear Santa Paws, we want a new mom..."

It just had to be done. How could I let a year go by where I was shooting Santa Paws and not get pictures of my girls? That's like sacreligious. And although DH really, really, really did not want to bring them down, he did. So he's partially to blame for the traumatizing. I told him to come in around 3:15 because I knew by then we'd be close to being finished and they wouldn't have to wait around. The door opened and not only did I see my girls, I heard Kya scream. She was so sure that wherever they were headed was not a good place. Both of them were alternating between the splayed-legs-no-I-don't-want-to-see-what's-behind-door-#1 thing and walking on their own volition. They were slightly excited to see me however that quickly faded when they realized there was a big man in a bright red suit--and the fact that I was chasing them around with some crazy looking thing that had bells on it, trying to put it over their heads. We were spared anymore screaming (amazingly enough) but we had to pick them up and place them ourselves. Then Lynne had to hide behind Kya to make sure she didn't scoot out--which she had tried to do earlier--while Troy squeeked some toys and I snapped quickly. Two shots later we were done. I think DH was less than impressed, but the girls were very happy to get as far away from Santa as possible. I didn't see any bolting out of the doors on the way out, but I can only guess they chastised DH the entire way home. Plus, I think I overheard one of them tell Santa Paws that they wanted a new mom...and dad...for Christmas.

They did, however, cuddle with me that night so I think I am forgiven. For all I know, they blame DH. Afterall, he was the one that brought them down there.

And now for your viewing pleasure...the girls and the big guy in the red suit.