MM’s First Tree

When I was little my grandfather would go out and find me a scraggly little pine every Christmas.  I would decorate it with lights and strands of popcorn and put it in my bedroom in front of the window.  Every night I would fall asleep watching that little tree.  It was so magical.

And even though MM won’t remember this holiday season, I wanted to start the tradition with her also.  So, Sunday night at dusk she, C., and I headed out to the field at my parents’ tree farm and found her the perfect little tree.  It was so small my parents hadn’t even priced yet, but it was just perfect for her.

Tonight she and I decorated (okay, okay, she chewed on her teething rings and watched) it with blue and silver ornaments to match her room.  I put the lights on a timer so that, like me, she could fall asleep watching them sparkle.

And for the rest of our tree hunting experience, click here.

Getting ready to go find the perfect tree in her red wagon.

Here she’s saying, ‘This is it, Daddy-Man!’

She is in awe of the tree.

Watching Daddy-Man saw.

Timber!

And here she is keeping the cart warm before we loaded the little tree.

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