O Christmas Tree

Well, it's that time of year again. Time for the annual trek in the cold to find our family Christmas tree. Daddy and I have had the tradition of picking out a tree from a tree farm ever since we were first married. I think we should continue the tradition with Miss A even though Daddy hates the mess they make. I started calling around and searching the internet and found that there is not a tree farm close to us. The closest one was 45 miles away in another state! Do you think that stopped Mommy? Of course not!! So a couple weeks ago we packed up and headed out to the middle of nowhere to find this tree farm. It was a neat little place that seemed relatively new, they had very few trees that were the height we were looking for. Miss A enjoyed talking to the trees that were her size and patting them with her mittened hand. After we found our perfect tree we enjoyed some free hot chocolate then headed home with our find. Here are some pics from that day.

Miss A in front of our tree.
I think our tree clocked in around 10 feet tall.

Miss A supervising her Daddy cutting the tree.

Miss A in front of the finished product.