Dash was a fucking delight--running around, trying to choose the best tree.
Josh took his job a bit more seriously.
When we finally found our tree, the boys celebrated by flexing and pretending to bite the saw (Liz: "why are you biting the saw?" Josh: "I have no idea.")
Well, done, boys.
Trying to get it onto the wagon was when we first realized we may have underestimated the tree's size.
Tree, we salute you! (he's actually comparing his height to the tree, but I think I'm going to start calling it Colonel anyway).