Tree time

Last weekend we (barely) beat the arriving snow storm and got a Christmas tree.


Walking on the uneven ground of the tree farm where we cut it down was challenging for those among us with short legs. The South-Pole-expedition-weight winter outfit didn't increase mobility either.

But M was pleased to be part of the fun. His choice tilted a bit towards the Charlie Brown grade so he was voted down.

Once we got the chosen tree home everyone was pleased with the results. Turning on the lights is now a daily highlight eliciting squeals of delight.