We embarked on our annual journey to the tree farm this morning to retrieve the tree that we had tagged a few months earlier. Actually we wound up picking out a new tree, because we had tagged a tree appropriate for a cramped garage apartment, and since we now live in what still feels like a huge house to me (all 1000-square feet of it) I wanted a bigger tree.
We found a little Noah-sized tree…which is cute and all, and he thought it was fun, but I still wanted a bigger tree. When we finally found “the one,” we had my mom take a picture of our little family in front of it. Awwww. Then my dad insisted on a picture with the 14-month-old holding the saw. What?!
While we waited for them to shake and bag the tree (I guess they call it bagging it?), Jake introduced Noah to the pony. Who proceeded to eat his hay as though there weren’t an adorable little boy right in front of him trying to get his attention.
And finally, two more pictures to show what a difference a year can make…
Jake and Noah, December 2011:
Jake and Noah, December 2010:
(Here’s the blog post from last year’s Christmas tree expedition: Christmas Traditions)
Noah is so cute- he’s grown so much!
[...] We got our Christmas tree this past weekend, and while Sam is usually a little suspicious of anything new we bring in the house, he has cozied up to the tree quite nicely. As in, it is his new preferred place to hang out. Maybe it’s because our tree skirt is just a re-purposed old bed sheet. Or maybe the crotchety old dog has a soft-spot for the holiday season. Who knows. We’ll see how he feels once it becomes overrun with festively wrapped & decorated presents… [...]