When I was a kid I always looked forward to the Christmas tree hunt. We'd drive out to a tree farm, get some hot chocolate, and run off into the rows and rows of trees looking for just the right one. Anne and I began cutting down our own tree last year, and we did it again this year, beginning a long tradition of Christmas tree cutting with Jonah. She mostly slept through it this year.
Anne and Jonah, intrepid tree hunters.
We found it! This year Anne decided that she did not want a Douglas Fir. (Oregonians, please don't count this too heavily against Anne's character. In spite of not wanting a Doug, she is still a good person. I can't prove it. You'll just have to take my word for it.) She wanted a Cedar, but we compromised on a redwood. Other than its being very prickly, it is actually a beautiful tree.
Jonah was riveted by her first tree. She was so impressed by her dad's handy tree cutting skills that she passed out.
Anne contributed to the effort by trying to find a vanity shot that featured all three of us.
All in all, it was a great day. Yeah, Christmas!
1 comment:
Yea for christmas tree hunting, its a great family tradition. I love the blogging enthusiasm .. keep the posts coming. BTW, Anne you look absolutely fantastic!!
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