Tree Hunting!

So, it’s not all bad when you don’t get the tree of your dreams. We had a BLAST walking around in the snow. Corry came with us and I am really loving having him around. He is such a help with the kids! We love him. :)

The “Tree”

               

Corry looks COLD!

Connor wanted “this tree” and offered to carry it the whole way! What a big strong helper he is! :)

 

Such a handsome boy. ;) I may have to frame this one…

 

And this one.

 

All warm and toasty! My mom got this for us when Haylie was a baby and it just fits Maggie. I love it. Takes me back…

All in all we had a great time getting our tree this year. Even if it’s not the perfect tree. Priceless time spent together, sharing laughs, telling stories, and making memories are what we will remember. Because really… Christmas isn’t about the perfect tree. :)

Our Bush.

This year I was SOOO excited to get our tree. It’s always really exciting, but this year I have these really cool new boots that go up to my calf, and so I didn’t get cold the entire time! You’re probably laughing but I’m totally serious.

So I assumed we would get this PERFECT tree and everything would be great! Well… we found a few trees, but kept walking, just so we could MAKE SURE we picked the best one. Anyway, we walked around for probably an hour and a half before we found this tree.

Kind of funny looking, right? I agree. But we always like to pick a tree that has a little character. So- we cut it down. And brought it home. And I hate it. This is what it looks like in our house:

I feel like it looks like a giant bush. Or a weed. It looked SO cool outside when it was still in the ground… it had snow all over it and it looked like it had a few long branches here and there sticking out… No. EVERY SINGLE BRANCH is sticking out!! 

Ok, so in all seriousness, it’s not that bad. It definitely has character. Maybe once we get the lights and ornaments on it, it’ll look a little better… On the bright side, there’s no way the ornaments can fall off. :)

Happy Birthday Papa!

My dad’s birthday was on Thanksgiving this year, so we had a combined Thanksgiving/Birthday celebration! Didn’t get any pictures except these… oh well. :)

Happy Birthday Dad! We love you. :)

Meow!

 

 

Letter

Translation:

Dear Mom and Dad. I am going to my friend’s house to play with them.

Then she tells me, “Mom, I am going to my friend’s house for real.” Like writing it to me in a letter means she gets to do it no matter what.

:)

SNOW!!!

   

Little Connor couldn’t WAIT to get out in the snow. A VAST improvement from last year… Connor has a “thing” with his hands. Always has. Doesn’t like them to be dirty or sticky (He may or may not get that from me ;). But mostly, he doesn’t like them to be cold. Unfortunately, we didn’t make it to the store before it snowed this year, and so cotton gloves and tennis shoes were the best we could do. I kept telling him to wear Haylie’s old ones, but she went and said (in front of him), “But everyone will laugh at him.” Thanks Haylie. So once his little cotton gloves got soaked through, he took them off and it was a huge, dramatic, chaotic, fiasco.

Poor little Maggie was mesmerized by the falling snow. She just kept touching the window over and over again. I’m sure she would have loved to get out there if I’d let her… At least she was happily watching Connor play!

No Fair

I want eyelashes like these. 

 

You know.. the ones that are so long that you can actually catch falling snowflakes on them?