Now That's a Tree

I thought we had learned our lesson about chopping down our own tree last year, when we accidentally brought home a 10-foot tree. Apparently not. This year we brought home a 12-foot tree. You should see our living room right now. It looks like a department store. The tree is so big that you can't get far enough away from it to see the whole thing at once. It's glorious.

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.")

Cutting

Cutting

Cutting

Cutting

Timber!

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).