We got our Christmas tree last weekend.
We all had a great time playing in the snow.
We let Frank do all the real work like pulling sleds, cutting trees and lifting kids out of snowbanks when they got stuck.
And for those that are worried that we are cutting down a live tree. Agreed that cutting down a live tree is not the best thing in the world to do, but in this case it’s a highly regulated activity by the US Forest Service who says where you can cut, when and what size. When they don’t have a bunch of amateurs out there, they cut the trees down themselves to keep a healthy forest.
It makes the US Forest Service money, and for us it provides a great family tradition. This is our fifth year cutting a tree together as a family.
- The first year I had to carry Jacob.
- The second year he inexplicably got terrified that we were lost.
- The third year I almost dumped Caleb on his head trying to get him in the baby bjorn. And then six year old Jacob very gallantly held my hand so I wouldn’t trip and squish his little brother.
- Last year Jacob hit one year old Caleb in the face with a snowball. (He misunderstood my directions to *not* aim at his face.)
This year we all had a great time! Even the dog!