We headed out on our annual pilgrimage to cut a Christmas tree. Abbi was here but didn't want to come. "Why would you choose to trudge around in the wet and cold?" I guess it is part of being a middle schooler. We didn't want to make her come - that's no fun- so we let her stay home. Cae on the other hand had a blast- as you can see.
In to the woods...
to find a tree...
I'll get my sled.
Yeah! Faster mommy!
Horses!
Those horses are big!
We found our tree!
The tree is slayed!
We could put the tree in my sled.But then how would I get back? Dad you get the tree.
Either we have our tree or Clint has a strange growth out of the top of his head. 
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very nice
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