I remember when Scott and I went to get our very first tree together. I remember buying ornaments and taking a zillion pictures of it decorated. It sent a thrill right through me to see our very first tree sparkling in the living room of the apartment we were renting. It almost made everything we were doing, building a life together, seem truly, truly, true. If you know what I mean.
And yes, we were about twelve. Ahem.
Scott was sort of floating through the motions, nodding his head hesitantly along with my excitement, year after year. Slowly, but surely, my enthusiasm seems to have worn off. Because this year, we were both suddenly: go big or go home.
And not coincidentally, we went both big and back home. With this huge eleven footer. It looked a lot smaller at the farm.
Back at Holloway's Tree Farm in Nipomo, the kids were loving the experience. Baby Sister wanted to pour sand on her pants, and Ben found a stick and some water to splash it in. So basically, it could have been Disneyland as far as their needs were concerned.
My sister was with us for the holiday weekend, we love having her. The kids were thrilled. And how cute is this little turkey?
Gah. She kills me.
It took two huge ladders to trim and decorate it (managed by the introduction of scissors). Ben and I made cookies and this cute little construction paper chain for the tree, which he loved.
After the kids were in bed, we watched The Family Stone and loaded up the tree. We looked over special ornaments. We put boxes back in the closet and fell onto the couch, exhausted.
The beast has arrived. It's officially Christmastime!