Ryan's family has traditionally cut a real Christmas tree every year for the holidays. So, when I joined the family, I joined this little tradition as well. Want to see how much Abby has changed from last year? Check out this post from last year. She's still in a pack, but she's so much bigger!!!
It was a beautiful day for cutting. Probably about 40 degrees outside and sunny. After eating WAY too much stuffing on Thanksgiving (thanks Peggy!), it felt good to get outside and move around a little bit.
It didn't take us long to pick out the tree we wanted. Next year we can go a little taller and I think I'll try to get one that's a little fuller but all in all, we're pretty happy with it. That's one funny thing about not having a fake tree, every year it's just a little bit different. Sometimes it's too tall, or too short....other times its too wide or too skinny. It's so hard to tell how it's going to look in the house when you're standing outside and the sky is your ceiling!
How's Abby doing with the tree? Well, the first night we put it up ended in tears. She couldn't understand why she couldn't bang all the balls together or ring the bells on the tree (we put all the unbreakable ones at the bottom just in case), but what she had a really hard time with was understanding why there was a tree in the house. She wanted to grab the higher up ornaments so badly that she'd get really close to the tree and try reaching up and would inevitably end up getting poked in the belly by the tree. It's a little poky, but more than that, it's scary!!! She'd instantly fall down and start crying wondering why this poky thing hurt her. I have to admit, I laughed, and she learned. Now, after having the tree up for about 4 days, she's less interested in it. She still goes up to it and grabs a few of the ornaments, but mostly she says "preeeyy" which means pretty (and don't touch it because it's pretty and you'll break it), so that's a start!!