The girls met Santa at the mall today. Natasha was counting the days to meet Santa so she knew exactly what was going on; Veronika, on the other hand, just couldn’t understand why we placed her on a lap of some strange dressed up guy. The poor bug burst into tears. It was sad. But then we got the suggestion for one of us to hold her and lean away from the shot, so once Matthew held her in his lap, she quickly calmed down. Afterwards, she kept pointing at Santa and the picture and going, “Tanta, Tanta!” over and over. I think she likes him better from a distance.