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).
Love her!!!
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