It always takes us a while to find the perfect one. It usually goes something like this. Kel stomps ahead while I cajole the boys to keep up. At least one person cries, usually not me. I put on Noah's dropped mitten at least 15 times. Every 3 minutes or so I yell for Kel because in my efforts to keep sight of our children, I have lost sight of him. The farm is very big, and everyone knows instinctively the best trees are all the way on the far edges of the farm. We spy one we like and say we will come back, but in reality there is no possible way either of us will ever remember where the first 2 or 3 good ones were, so we forge ahead. Ryan spends his time falling down in the snow and laughing hysterically. Noah waffles between eating snow and whining to me to wait. All in all, it's a good time!
Today, I'm quite sure we found 3 or 4 perfect ones, before we finally settled on this one.
Kel does the honors, while the boys watch and learn.
Pictures like this remind me that they really do love each other.
Note the circa 1987 hot pink ski gloves (his, not mine) and the aforementioned winter gear struggles.
I'm sure you thought I was talking about my children.
Project Christmas Tree complete...at least the first phase! It's drying off in the garage, and tomorrow we will bring it in and decorate!!