Better late then never, right?
Yeah, I thought so too. So like two weeks ago we went and cut down a Christmas tree. And I’m not going to lie, it’s difficult to find the perfect tree. It would be helpful if I did not suffer from OCD. Some are too tall. Some are too short. Some have holes.
Some have been peed on by Matt:
Meanwhile, the search continues. We look at rows and rows of trees. Simon says "how about this one?" ten million times while Bennett repeatedly asks, "What you doing, Daddy?"
Ahh! Found it! Our beautiful tree still living and breathing:
(Don’t answer that question.)
(I never said I was normal or thought normal thoughts like whether or not a tree can feel pain.)
Matt got down on his knees and starting cutting. We tried to get Bennett to yell TIMBER but instead he just stood there with a "WTF" look on his face:
Oh holy cow! A tractor! Way more fun than walking around a bunch of trees:
(See also: Matt with no jacket, Grandma with earmuffs, and Simon’s open coat. Was it hot or cold? You decide.)
Besides, I only blog the good stuff.