We got our Christmas tree this weekend!
We almost went on Saturday, but after we were up, fed, dressed in long johns, lunches packed, coats loaded, and strapped into the van, Brian and I looked at the clock, looked at each other, and decided to wait for Sunday in favor of a good nap for the boys.
So, Sunday, we were off to a Christmas tree farm that Brian chose.
It was about 45 minutes away, but it was quite a pretty drive. I pointed out the that Christmas tree farm that I chose last year was much closer and really nice.
Until he reminded me that all the trees there were actually already cut and just posed by the stumps. His memory is pretty good when he wants it to be…
"His” tree farm was actually really nice and big and the boys enjoyed being
left
alone
to get
filthy!!
Also,sword fighting with the dried…cattails?
Isaac is sick, and therefore a bit cranky
(refusing to go into the trees. Yelling “NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!” when we called him)
so we had a few moments of tears
(some of them warranted)
And after a few minutes he didn’t want to walk anymore.
I surreptitiously took this picture of a group of ‘Jersey Boys” on a holiday outing.
Would you believe me if I said that every single one of them was wearing a large diamond stud in their ear? Truth!
.
After about 20 minutes all of the trees started to look the same,
and I found myself wandering in a daze, asking Brian “What about this one? do you like this one?”
While Brian did this
and said, “Whatever one you like, sweetie! Your choice! I have no opinion!” and the like.
Finally, Joseph stepped in, (he clearly saw that I needed some direction) and said, “This one! I want this one! It has a great place for an angel! I love it!”
And that was that.
Brian chopped down the tree while the boys helped
and I giggled uncontrollably.
I took a really funny, albeit slightly drawn out, video of this action, but this post is already too long, so I will post it later!
TIMBER!
$50 later (oh New Jersey!), the boys were strapped in watching a movie, and I was eating apple cinnamon rice cakes while Brian tied the tree to the van.
Funny, this whole process was a lot more work than I remember it being as a kid.
But, Mission accomplished!
5 comments:
I like the pics. you really do keep a good record of all your going ons.
I'm impressed your husband can chop down a tree with small children on his back! He is a keeper! And from your clothing, it looked like you and the Jersey boys were having totally different weather! Love this photo story … as always.
Oh Caitlin...you've done it again! You make me smile with your stories and your darling pictures! I am SO happy that you have this incredible family history in blog format. You will be SO thankful someday when you would have otherwise forgotten these details.
Amazing how things seemed so much easier to our parents. We recently had that chat with my MIL - hubby said she just seemed to always have it together. She confided that, in fact she did not but he just did not see how chaotic the house was from his perspective. Seriously, though, really makes me appreciate my mom so much more having my own kids.
And we can so relate to getting everyone ready and looking at the clock and bailing. We did that this weekend with our tree and our Santa visit. I'd rather have happy kids than unhappy memories of Santa and the like.
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