Thanksgiving weekend we went for our annual Christmas Tree cutting. My family always used a fake tree when we were younger. We always took it down from the attic the day after Thanksgiving and got it all set up. We'd listen to Christmas music and get the whole house decorated in a day.
After meeting Ryan we adopted his tradition of cutting a real tree the weekend of Thanksgiving. Every year the weather has been different. We've had everything from snow to pouring rain, 40 degrees to near 0 and everything in between. Luckily this year we had great weather, 40 and sunny so Abby could come along too. Figuring out how we were going to carry her was a little bit of a debate because a stroller was a definite no, but we landed on the Baby Bijorn and all was good.
After chatting for a few minutes and taking a few pictures we headed out to see if we could find the perfect tree for our new house. We knew we had the right one when I said I liked it, Ryan said he could live with it, and Abby started to get fussy. HA!
It's the right size around, we just could have gone a little taller next year. That's the thing with real trees, you can never quite duplicate what you did last year. But I sure do love the smell of a real tree (as long as we remember to water it that is).