Picture with Santa...

...No thanks, Mom! Continuing last year's theme (with a few more words to say), Abigail FLIPPED OUT when we tried to get a photo with Santa. Our fearless, friendly child becomes consumed with anxiety by the big man in the red suit. Here she is running away from the Santa at the Navy Exchange - with "bwankie" in tow:

Please don't make me go over there, Mommy. This is a nice boulder.

These quarter-rides outside the NEX are Mom's attempt to appease the traumatized child (and still get a couple of cute photos in the pretty dress) - not to mention we have a lot of change to use up before moving!

Yes, you're on to me - that IS chocolate around Abigail's mouth.

"ROOM ROOM ROOM!" (same sound motorcycles make)