Shhh! We awe hunting Cwissmas twees!

This morning we bundled up (think: 3 layers, including long underwear, fleece, multiple pairs of socks, ski bibs, hats, and mittens) and braved the 30 degree temp and bitter wind to pick out the perfect tree. This is the first time in 3 years that we've made it to a tree farm to choose our tree. Last year, Aubrey was just too little to justify all of the hassle, and the year before that I was hugely pregnant, tired, and in no mood to wander over muddy stumps in the cold. This year, I think it's safe to say that Aubrey was the one with the most difficulty walking. Her get-up was faintly reminiscent of a scene from A Christmas Story, where the younger brother is dressed in so many layers before walking to school in the snow, he ends up crying, "I can't put my arms down!"

Though it took us a good 45 minutes to get everyone sufficiently bundled and out the door, we finally made it, and enjoyed our little walk through the "woods." We picked out the perfect Grand fir, and of course, the experience was enhanced by a tractor ride back to the car, and candy canes to top it all off!

Later this evening, after much tree-wrestling, a few choice words, and one trip to the store to purchase a new tree stand, we finally had the tree up, and together we decorated it. Mewwy Chwissmas!

"We can't put our arms down!"

"Shhh! We awe hunting Chwissmas twees!"

The tractor ride was fun, but the rushing air was bitter cold!

See, so cold, that her face froze...

Ahhh! Candy makes it all better!

Preoccupied while Dad ties the tree on top of the car

Decorating...

All done!