We keep it old school and chop our Christmas tree down from the mountains. It is a tradition that I hope will resonate fond memories for our family.
It was pretty nice weather at our house so we underestimated the weather at our tree chopping location. Snowy and chilly. We were a little under prepared. The kids weren't wearing snow boots and so their feet got pretty wet and cold pretty quickly. I did think that I was covered when it came to coats. I had made sure everyone had theirs before we left. Somehow, however, Brig was coatless when we got out of the truck.
Luckily I brought an coat and a snowsuit for Jase and Cory always has extra jackets in his car so between an 18 month coat and a men's size medium jacket. Brig did alright.
Cory is all about simplicity and efficiency. So we found our tree pretty fast. Which is great because then we feel no pressure and can enjoy the day and the time in the mountains instead of scouring the mountainside for the perfect tree.
Brig helped cut the tree and at this point his feet were soaked but as long as he is outside and exploring- he's pretty content. We didn't hear a word.
The highlight of the trip was our food however. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while and so when the time came to pack some lunch for our trip instead of running "into town" Cory found a solution. Potatoes.
We baked 'em. Packed 'em. And then ate 'em. The kids thought it was awesome. They were warm and filling and entirely strange and quirky. I think it will become part of this tradition's tradition.
We met up with some cousins and had fun for a few hours before heading home. It is always such a great way to kick off the Christmas season.
PS. I think I hung four ornaments this year. Maybe. I had two helpers who were very eager to get the job done. And consequently our tree is very ornament heavy right at their height. It's perfect.
