We have a lot of traditions this time of year. There are so many things I look forward to after Thanksgiving. One is our annual trip to the tree farm to pick out our Christmas tree. I’ll be honest there is a part of me that wants an old school white aluminum tree, but I can’t give up my tree hunting tradition. I am pretty sure my kids would revolt too if I ever tried that.
Part of the tradition is the hayride out to the fields of trees. This was a bit anti-climatic this year. Once we got to the fields it was just baby trees! The cutting fields were up closer, but the hayride was fun nonetheless. We’ve got a lot of personality in this family.
Part of hunting usually involves a little bit of baby carrying too. This phase might be over next year. I’m okay with that, I’ve enjoyed the ride.
They found their tree. What is not pictured is all the sticks I forced them to throw on the ground. A large stick fight broke out (it always does) and I was not in the mood to dodge wooden swords. The blurry part of this photo is from FireCracker’s wet finger touching my lens.
Yes boys, you are so very tough and dangerous with the saw. Don’t cut your fingers off….or mine.
The boys would never go for one of the teenage workers cutting down our tree. Poor Chris always has to lay in the pine needles to cut it down.
And our annual photo.
And some of the old ones…
We got home I began decorating the tree with all the ornaments the kids like. Then I realized I was doing it by myself (which I always do because no one else is interested). Since no one else really cared I took all the ornaments off and started over. It still isn’t decorated. I just stare at it everyday trying to figure out something fun to do with it. By the time I finally figure it out it will be dead. At least the hunt was good and the house smells like Christmas.