He's wearing a sweater that my grandma Jan made. And, I love it and have been putting it on him every day once I realized it actually fit him. I think he just went through a major growth spurt!
He met Santa after about an hour. He didnt cry, he didnt scream, he just sat there like, "Whhhuuuuuuuuutt?" I would almost prefer the crying or the smiling to this bewildered look but I will never forget how adorable it was when he kept looking back at Santa, wide-eyed with his classic smirk. This, my friends, is shock and awe at its finest.