For pretty much our entire marriage, we’ve loaded up on the morning after Thanksgiving to pick out our Christmas tree. The girls look forward to this day for weeks and by Thursday afternoon, they couldn’t stop talking about it. We alternate between a few of our favorite breakfast places, stuff ourselves full of pancakes, and then pick out the biggest tree we can fit inside our house.
This was the year we discovered that Polly doesn’t like pancakes, french toast OR waffles (unless slathered in nut butter), so I was patting myself on the back for feeding her something before we left. She did eat a scrambled egg, a few bites of bacon, and a green pea squeezie, but I’m hoping we can convince her that IHOP breakfasts are a rare delicacy.
This was also the year of mostly blurry photographs, but since Polly’s entire existence is a blur, at least we stayed on trend. She was happy to run up and down the rows of trees and very hard to convince to stand still.
I know it goes without saying, but these four make me so happy. Josh is such a good sport — he was firmly in the we’ve taken too many photographs in all of the same places camp, since the girls were getting older, but since we’ve started over he just grins and bears it. My big girls may complain about all of the family pictures, but at least they put on a happy face when the camera comes out!
You can see previous tree tent adventures here: 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015 | 2014 | 2013 | 2011 | 2009 | 2008. You can find the prettiest tree hunt of all times (2010), even though the experience itself wasn’t the most fun. Ella complained about missing out on the tent and our tree died long before Christmas and had to be replaced with a fake. It makes for a great story, but it’s the only year we didn’t get our tree from this tent and there is a reason for that!
