At home we have an artificial Christmas tree. A fake tree. I won't go into our rational now, but it should be know that every year it is with a bit of shame that we unpack our tree from its box and bend the limbs into place. This year in Portland we not only have a real tree, we got to cut down our Christmas tree.
We picked out a beautiful noble fir.
Unfortunately, the tree trunk was very large. Note Grandpa Leon sawing away in the background and the kids fighting over my lap while Zion repeated asks for "milk!" and "
deat" (eat)". I think that was really toddler language for, "I'm cold. I'm bored. And I want to go home." We finally left Grandpa Leon still sawing and went home. With some help from a chainsaw, he later brought home a very lovely and very large tree.
At home we have an artificial Christmas tree. A fake tree. I won't go into our rational now, but it should be know that every year it is with a bit of shame that we unpack our tree from its box and bend the limbs into place. This year in Portland we not only have a real tree, we got to cut down our Christmas tree.
We picked out a beautiful noble fir.
Unfortunately, the tree trunk was very large. Note Grandpa Leon sawing away in the background and the kids fighting over my lap while Zion repeated asks for "milk!" and "deat" (eat)". I think that was really toddler language for, "I'm cold. I'm bored. And I want to go home." We finally left Grandpa Leon still sawing and went home. With some help from a chainsaw, he later brought home a very lovely and very large tree.
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