Hanging Tinsel

Christmas cheer abound, we set out to get our tree a week ago. Growing up my family went to tree farms, trekking out into the woods Griswold style. While part of me hopes to continue that tradition of hypothermia some day, the thought of Geno sawing down a giant tree while I chase a sprinting Max through rows of trees, 6 months pregnant, didn't actually sell me this year. So we headed to the local Home Depot and Noah brought his saw along so we could pretend it was a little more authentic.

Hi. Can I get out of the cart now please and join the festivities?

I gave in and ended up chasing him as he sprinted through the rows of trees. So I didn't miss out on that part of the tree cutting experience after all.

We got home and strung some ornaments on our tree while listening to christmas music. And then Max efficiently removed them.

After a day full of cheer and hanging tinsel, you could find me hanging on the couch watching a Christmas movie. While Geno and Noah hung the snowflake-star. And Max, hung from the rafters.