This year we went out and cut down our own Christmas tree. Neither Dave nor I really know what qualifies a "good" tree. Quite honestly, we're clueless. But we bundled W, braved the FREEZING cold and hitched a ride on the trailer to the tree farm.
What we came home with isn't quite the fullest, tallest or straightest tree, but we had a good time scouting out an evergreen that seemed to fit the bill. I suppose it's about making memories, right?
Here she is. Even W is excited.
Both boys really just wanted to use the saw. W would have preferred to run around in the field, saw in hand.
Afterward, when it came time to decorate the tree, I risked my body and tried to string lights. Those needles are sharp! And W taught us a, perhaps, more efficient way of decorating the tree. Something like unto treating it like a basketball hoop. (sorry for the grainy iPhone/dark room video).
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