12/3
Hank dug his toy saw out of the basement; we grabbed our jackets and off we went to find the perfect Christmas tree.
When we arrived at the tree farm the weather mysteriously changed and it was COLD. So we shivered and tromped through fields of trees looking for the one that would grace our home with its beauty.
Ella wore her pink cowboy boots. Fashionable, yes; functional, no. The fields were too bumpy for a stroller so I brought up the rear carrying Shane and half dragging Ella.
The Big Boys were off and running. This tree? Oh wait there's another one waaay over there! And then finally, they found the one for us. It was a little smaller than we'd hoped for but a nice tree nonetheless.
It was fun watching Jake try to be cool while Hank buzzed around in unashamed enthusiasm (like Jake did at that age)
Here are a few more pix
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