The year I was pregnant with Ginger we started a fun little tradition of going to the Santa Cruz Mountains and cutting down our own tree. Sure, part of it seems silly as there is a christmas tree lot down the street from our house. But I don't care. It's fun to get up there, arbitrarily pick a tree that looks "perfect," support a local sustainable business, and catch up with my father-in-law, who always come to help.
This year we are in the middle of a freeze. Not the fun kind with snow, but it is in the 30s. This brings into focus the fact that my kids are not well acclimated to cold weather. I packed mittens and Max cried: "But mama, now I can't point at anything!!!" Who knew pointing was that important to kids?
So we brought a tree home, decorated it with love, and then heard it crash at 2 a.m. when it tipped over. Yay!
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