oh Christmas tree

We made our traditional holiday trek to the Christmas tree farm over the weekend with a bunch of friends. I love Christmas tree farms.  If I ever had a farm, it would be for Christmas trees. Or flowers.

Tristan was easy to please, declaring "this one looks good!" over just about every tree (I think he was just really eager to use the saw).

Meanwhile, Kate found a nice patch of weeds that she would have been happy to take home and decorate.

Kenna, after falling asleep in the car and being woken up to hike through the fields, wasn't really sure she wanted to be there at all.

She eventually got over it.  Mostly.

Once we had chosen and cut our tree, Kate very proudly carried it all the way to the tractor, all by herself.  So she thought.

Then we all climbed onto the flatbed with her for a short ride to the tree shaker thing station.  (Well, what do you call it?)

While the tree was being tied to the car and my phone (that I didn't know I had lost) was being returned to me from the fields by some nice stranger; the kids clambered all over the three tractors that someone had conveniently parked there just for them. So they thought.  Kenna asked me "if we could make them move." I said no.

Once we had our tree home, the kids began scattering ornaments and laying a minefield of tiny hooks in the carpet while Shawn strung lights and I took pictures.

For some reason, Kate, who is usually the instigator of all things wild and crazy, chose to sit peacefully on the couch, turning page after page of my Bible as the other kids hung ornaments. (Or maybe that was just her cover, as she waited for someone to fall into her tiny hook minefield trap...)

In the end, nothing was lost and no one was injured in the finding and decorating of our Christmas tree.  It was a really fun day, the tree is perfect and the house smells amazing.

I love Christmas traditions.