A couple weeks ago (I know I’m behind), we drove north about an hour or so to look for a cut it yourself tree. It was the weekend after we started to potty train Hannah Gray. So as an incentive to keep her pants dry, we told her we’ go pick out a Christmas tree. We arrived at the farm hoping we’d find a good tree in the “free” section, but no such luck. Perhaps, maybe, if our ceiling was 35 fee tall.
So after a couple potty breaks in the freezing cold, a couple temper tantrums (she fell asleep in the car on the way and we had to wake her when we got there), we ended up at the tree lot up the street from our house. It was much more fun than you’d expect from the parking lot. Huge selection, actually a huge landscaping business to walk around and super nice help. We found our tree thanks to Hannah Gray and threw it up on top of the 4Runner and managed to grab a few more pictures after another potty trip…
Can you see the blur?
Cold
“CHEESE!”
Hannah Gray’s silly face with B
Up top
Cascade Mountains on our drive home, about a couple blocks from our house.
Hannah Gray woke up at about 9:30 one night, totally awake. She came down to join Ethan and me as we were doing the finishing touches on the tree.
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