A couple of weeks ago it wasn't scheduled to rain, so we donned our boots and trusty pink bags and headed out to the Christmas tree farm.
Grandma was in town to help us find the perfect tree.
There was plenty of mud from all the rain, which provided an added benefit for some members of our tree-hunting crew.
Needless to say, Pink Bag got a thorough washing after this event.
After scouring every tree (within the one section we felt like looking in), we settled upon this fine specimen, and Orelia was fascinated by Daddy's saw handiwork.
To be honest, Orelia wasn't completely thrilled by our choice. She went along with it, but she kept saying "How about this one?" when she came upon an absolutely gigantic tree.
Thankfully for John, we decided upon a mere six-footer.
The foggy backdrop was almost mystical.
Bennett was there too! This is the back of his bald head and the hat his sister kept trying to rip off.
Our tree is up and decorated and has only fallen over once. Success!
His head is so round!
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