Abigail has been non-stop talking about Santa. About how she's not scared of him. About how she wants to talk to him. How she wants to give him a hug. Turns out she was all talk. Every time we got close to a Santa, she freaked out and wouldn't get near him. Then we went to the YMCA where they had a night of pictures with Santa. We were the only ones there so we were able to spend a little more time getting her used to the idea of talking to him and getting close to him. She finally worked up the nerve and went up to him to tell him what she wanted for Christmas. While she was sitting on his lap, she had a hard time looking at him and just sat, staring straight ahead. Of course we went at dinner time so poor, sweet Ada was just wondering when she was going to be fed!