This weekend we had the annual tree-getting party hosted by our realtor, Vickie Brooks. We all met at a local tree farm, ate hot dogs, and wandered off in the mud to chop down our own, Oregon-grown Christmas Tree. We went with our friends, Butch and Jo and had a good time, except that Anna and I have a cough and cold that made us a little on the cranky side.
Anna and Jared avoiding eating their food.
Meeting with Santa. He kind of scared Anna.
The tree we chopped down (well, actually this one is Butch and Jo's).
Our tree here at home, expertly decorated by the kids with minimal help from Mom and Dad. You can see all the fragile ornaments up high where Kip put them so the kids couldn't break them.
