
Here we are at a Christmas party thrown by Rachel and Elliot's daycare. We sang songs, at potluck and had a visit from you-know-who.

Rachel is learning Christmas carols (okay, jingle bells) in both English and French. Which will make her the perfect bilingual elf for the public service some day. Ah, something to aspire too. Her mom seems to have. And look how happy she is!

Rachel was a bit shy at first and was not real keen on shaking Santa's hand. However, she did deign to sit on his knee for a bit, and spoke highly of the experience afterward. (Wow, Santa was here!) Mind you, she received a gift (which means she can be bribed. Also a very useful skill if one wants to join the public service one day).

Elliot, on the other hand wanted nothing to do with this freaky man in the red suit. And well, can you blame him? You teach your kids to be wary of strangers and then all of a sudden we expect them to get cozy with a man who has shaving challenges and questionable fashion sense. Right mom and dad, I was born last year, not yesterday.