On Saturday, we loaded up the troops and headed to the farm to choose the Griswold Thurman Family Christmas Tree. It was such a fun day, and I’m going to make sure that this is a new tradition.
Before I post a crazy amount of pictures (I took over 200! I didn’t keep them all, but it’s still a little out of control.), let me just say that I can totally relate to Clark Griswold. We’re standing out there in this big field of trees, and in our minds we know we want a 6 foot or under tree. But that size does not look big at all out there, especially if you are me and spatial relations are always a challenge. I thought our tree was a little wimpy, but in our house it looks way bigger. This is our very first real Christmas tree, and I love it with my whole heart.
Okay, pictures. There’s a lot, just a warning.
The farm was about 40 minutes from our house. Poor little guy was tuckered out before we even got there! We arrived at about 3 p.m. I sat in the car and fed Camryn and Logan took a little power nap. He is just so dang cute! I couldn’t resist taking pictures of him.
That pouty mouth and lashes…I just wanted to smoosh him with kisses!
Once he woke up, he joined Connor on the hay bales. The kids had the best time playing on them.
Daddy’s girl. I love taking pictures of the two of them together.
On the ride out to the trees. It was super, super bumpy!
Measuring to find the perfect tree.
We found it! Connor wanted to stand guard.
But Logan was not impressed. This was the tree he wanted. I’m pretty sure it was like 8 or 9 feet tall. And it probably housed a rogue squirrel, just like the infamous Griswold tree.
The best picture of all 3 in front of our tree.
The boys hard at work.
Still working, dragging it to the end of a row.
Self portrait of the Camster and I.
Family photo op!
Can you see something odd in this picture? Cracks me up that we have a little stowaway. I think it would be hilarious to use this as our Christmas card.
Sweet girl in one of her sassy holiday outfits. She is so fun to dress up!
She has the bluest eyes!
After cutting down the tree, it was back to the hay bales for some more fun.
Logan was thrilled when I asked him to stop for a picture.
Self portrait of us.
I decided to play on the hay, too.
I thought about jumping, but once I was up there, I decided that was not a good idea at all. Instead we slid down. I like this picture, blurred, chopped, and all.
I was very very glad the tree didn’t fly off the roof of the car.
And that was the end! I know I already said it, but it was so, so fun. It was a great day!