So every year I swore to myself that I would buy a real tree when I got to make the decision. Thus far, whenever possible I've bought a fresh tree. This year I decided to have some fun - which is code for me thinking up a complicated scheme that inevitably ends up driving Brandon crazy when some part of it inevitably goes wrong (because with
three four small children something always does) - and go to a tree farm and cut down our own tree.
So this past Saturday morning that's what we did.
Everyone had a fun time choosing which one would be ours.
Edwin was very interested in the mechanics of how exactly one cut down a tree.
Sophia and Kathleen decided to be reindeer with the branches.
And after hauling the tree in from the fields and having it shaken and baled, Brandon tied the tree to the top of the car to take it to it's new (for the next three weeks) home.
On the way home, our GPS decided to lose it's logic chip and point us in all sorts of bizarre directions that resulted in the obligatory complication and extra time in the car.
That evening, after meeting friends for ice cream, we decorated the tree. Or rather, Edwin and Joseph slept, Brandon kept us company, I strung the lights and the girls decorated the tree. It didn't necessarily result in even ornament distribution, but they had fun.
And then the girls went to bed and Brandon and I finally got to rest.