Christmas time means Christmas tree hunting! One of my favorite traditions.
Preston's an old pro, but this year was Olivia's first year tree hunting. It's just not as exciting when you're not quite six months old as it is when you're six years old. Poor Livs rode in the Ergo and watched while her big brother got to race around and have all the fun.
The trek up the hill. Olivia never feels heavier than when I'm walking uphill with her!
My boys...and the trees!
We found our Christmas tree! Daddy and Preston are the ones who actually found it and they did good!
Our family. Our tree.
Oh these two! I love our littles!
Brad and Preston hard at work!
Brad and our babies!
Me and our babies!
The long walk back down the hill with our tree!
While Brad and Preston dragged our tree down the hill, I headed through the trees to find my parents and their tree.
While we waited for the tractor to come back up and get us all to bring us back down we took more photos. Shocking right?
Grandpa and Grandma and the grandkids!
Me and my girl! Grandpa was getting her to give all the big smiles!
Just like a boy. When we headed over to pay for our tree, Preston climbed a tree. And then got stuck. And had to be rescued. We'd kind of like to keep him!
Now comes the hard part. Putting it up and decorating it!