But not this year. This year, we were going to go do it right, and chop down our tree. Would you believe Mr. G had never cut down a Christmas tree? Crazy, right? Well, he'd never had a real tree before me either. I can barely believe it. Did they even have fake trees 30+ years ago?
Anyway, we still hadn't gone by last weekend, and I felt like a bad mommy for not having a tree yet (even though I know she doesn't care, I want her first Christmas to be magical). This meant we had to go then. It also meant that we had to go in the pouring rain.
|They were obviously thrilled to be having their picture taken.|
|We trekked out into the trees...|
|Looking for one that was juuuuust right. This one didn't pass the test...|
|But this one did! This was the one!|
|So daddy got to work chopping it down.|
|Ruby helped, by being adorable.|
|Then we dragged it out of the field (only to learn later that they had tree wagons, boo).|
|The tree farmers put it into a funny shaker to get any loose needles off.|
|Then we strapped it to the car before heading home. Please excuse the doofy look on my face.|
Santa was also present at the tree farm, but sadly, we did not get to go see him. He was on lunch, and we didn't feel like standing around with a cold, wet, baby. Actually, she was pretty warm and dry, but we were soaked because the sky really opened up right when we were tying the tree to the car.
And here she is:
Yes, I chopped the top off with the picture. Mr. G hadn't put the topper on yet (and actually hasn't still, he needs to get on that)!