Every year about this time we head to the mountains to cut Christmas trees.
If Dad is with us we go the old-fashioned route.
(Meaning we don't take snowmobiles or 4-wheelers up the mountain.)
Dad was with us this year.
Jason provided show shoes for the adults.
See the shelf behind him?
The kiddies have mixed emotions about the Christmas Tree Expedition.
Every year they giggle all the way to the farm.
And then once we're there they remember they have to hike a long way in the snow.
They were troopers this year and had a lot of fun!
The whole group.
Do you notice how happy Trouble (Sami) is sitting on top of Jason's shoulders?
She got that first class seat the entire way up the mountain.
At some point along the way someone asked Trouble if she burped.
"No I not burp."
"Sami, are you sure you didn't burp?"
"NO! I not burp! But my bottom burp!"
Erika, or Miss Marie as I call her, wears pink.
She is ALL girl.
When she put her cousin's snow pants on she said with disgust, "I look like Darth Vader."
I told her that Darth Vader wouldn't be caught dead wearing pink boots.
She felt better about life.
About half way up the mountain Josh said, "I have two bits of energy left and then I won't have any more."
Gabi just lost her two front teeth.
She's very proud of that empty gap.
Trouble did typical Trouble things:
-put snow in her gloves
-wouldn't keep her hat and scarf on
-ate dirty snow
You just can't help but love her.
Jason too...you just can't help but love him.
"Now Noelle, this is a perfectly lovely tree."
"No Dad, it's ugly."
"Noelle, there are no ugly trees."
"Except for the one's that are Dad."
...and then I hear him mumble 'I don't know why we bring you with us. You are so dang picky.'
And if I weren't picky, THIS is the tree Mom would get for her living room.
Someone has to look out for Mom.
If any of you had any doubt, Trouble gets every bit of her personality from her mom.
Uncle Ben brought his reactor and melted snow and made hot chocolate for everyone.
The kids thought they were in heaven!
That little Trouble...she fell asleep.
We tied her to her mommy's back with a scarf so that she wouldn't fall off.
She slept until her Mom fell in the snow.
The first thing Trouble said when she woke up was, "Hey! Why am I tied?"
And then she giggled.
The trees are skinny this year...skinny and sparse.
There's a reason I have a fake tree.
But I wouldn't trade the tradition for anything.
*And as a side-note, my grandma passed away last night.
Thank you...all of you...for your thoughts, prayers, and kind words.