The day after Thanksgiving, every year, we pick out our Christmas tree.
Last year we started a new tradition that is so fun:).
And this year, we were ready to load up & chop down our 2011 tree.
Hayridin' it out to the trees.
She's sweet no matter where she is, even when hay is involved.
Tucker thinks freedom is awesome.
So, we love it when we're in wide open spaces & he can happily run & run & run.
She was searching for flowers to pick.
She didn't believe us when we told her flowers don't really grow in the winter.
She did prove us wrong...of course.
Oh, what a lovely picture.
Silly girl, cheesy mom, mad boy.
See the flowers in her pocket?
I love those guys.
Back to business.
We found our tree.
It's 10 feet tall.
Yeah. My husband was thrilled with himself;)...
Girlfriend's got some sass.
I blame my sister...
And brother...well, danger could be his middle name.
That, or, disgruntled.
He doesn't like being told no.
Who can blame him?
It's hard being 2...
See me back there?
Chasing the 2 year old before he hid in the trees.
He's helping me keep the baby weight gain down.
Such a sweet boy...helping out his mama.
There it is...
big ol' tree.
And growing me.
Our help was great this year.
We laughed & laughed about where we found ornaments on that tree.
Our kids are, as Parker would say, "too much fun."
So was that day...
and yes, we did need that ladder.
For more than just the star.
I'm hoping for a "simpler" tree next year...but I'm sure I'll be outvoted.
That's ok. It's the season for giving after all;).