Santa's Workshop . . . Again

If you've been following my blog, you'll recall that we once visited Santa's Workshop before. In fact, it was probably around the same time last year. The one difference is Elliot is no longer in my tummy, but out of it.

For those of you who are blog newcomers, let me explain the joys of Santa's Workshop. It is an amusement park in Colorado Springs mostly geared to those under the age of ten. I seriously can't see teenagers coming to Santa's Workshop for kicks. The rides are mostly kiddy rides that you find at your local carnival. However, the thing that makes them exciting is the Christmas theme. How can you not become happy at a place where you can sit on Santa's lap and where Christmas music is blaring everywhere you turn?

So me, Dottie, Elliot, Emily, and Craig visited again on Friday to share the joy once again with Dottie. These pictures are in no particular order.



I'm sorry, but I really think my baby is the cutest baby alive. Isn't he cute?

Dottie's carousel experience: she wouldn't ride on the horses! What's wrong with my kid? She insisted on sitting in the purple seat. Every ride she went on, she had to sit in the purple one.

See? Purple car.

Okay, a red one. But that's because there was no purple.

And Dottie's big head made even bigger . . .

And the treacherous candy cane slide. You go really fast on that thing! At the end, there's a rubber mat to land on, but it's not very padded. My tailbone is still feeling the pain.

Santa's train.

Elliot's best friend became the water bottle.

Santa asked Dottie: "What do you want for Christmas?" Her response: "I'm going to be a witch!" Wrong holiday, Dottie.

My sweet one was enamoured with Santa. So precious.