We took my brothers Alex and Noah along to pick out a tree for my mom. Hope she liked it ~ she hasn't called me yet to tell me either way. I guess no news is good news.
Teague trying to help carry the tree.
Okay, so I'm not a great tree decorator, but I hope to get better.So today we spent our 3rd black Friday together as a married couple. Traditionally for us we go out for breakfast, then head over to Bredeweg Acres to pick out our Christmas Tree! The first year we had a beautiful tree. Perfectly round and just the right height. Drew took f . o . r . e . v . e . r to pick it out. Last year when we went Drew still critiqued every tree until we found the right one, but it was faster than the year before and not as perfect. This year was slim pickin's. There were hardly any trees left to cut down (same spot as the last 2 years), and we have a much lower budget (because we're working on this debt free thing that Drew loves and I don't love - although the outcome is nice). Anyway, so we get out into the area where the Fraser firs are and the 3rd tree we look at Drew says, "okay that's a good one". WHAT!?!?!?! Where did my meticulous, take-all-day-to-pick-out-a-Christmas-tree husband go? So we sawed that baby down and that is what we ended up with! It's short and sweet.
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