It just wouldn't be right getting our tree any other way anymore. I have been converted!! Every year that Terry and I have been together we have gone Christmas tree hunting. We buy a tree permit at the ranger station and head up into the hills for some fun! I have to say it was much easier before we had children, but we wouldn't trade it for anything. It has become tradition and one of these years it might actually decide NOT to rain on us!
This year we loaded up everyone up and went up close to the pass in search of the perfect tree!
Maxwell enjoying the privileges of first born...and old enough to sit in the sled! I told him to yell, "mush, mush" to make daddy go faster! Cruel but funny.
After hiking in a bit, we spotted it, the perfect tree.
Maxwell helping daddy to cut it down.
Getting right down in there with "the cutter."
High 5'ing a good job!
Isabel slept most of the journey. Just like Maxwell did the first year.
Max had a great time, until the cold finally got to him, shortly after this picture was taken.
We left the tree downstairs for a couple of days to get rid of the bugs and until we had time to decorate. When we did finally pull out the ornaments, we put on some rockin' Christmas tunes, a la Brian Setzer, and went to work hanging ornaments.
Here is Maxwell shaking his money maker while we got the tree decorated. I can't tell you how much I love, love, love this boy!
Hope everyone is ready for old Saint Nick! We sure are and we can't wait to see Maxwell's reaction this year.
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