We got our tree early. Before the “blessed event” on 12/12.
One of these days we’ll tromp through the snow in the actual woods and argue over which tree is the best. For now, we tromp through the mud at a tree farm (deserted at 4 pm on a Wednesday!) and argue over finding the perfect not-perfect tree. We found a good one, a little narrow with a nice gap near the top!
The decorations were brought up from the basement and put on the tree* and Sara helped her Daddy put the star on top (Owen is now Too Heavy for star duty).
*Pictures of obstinate children and subsequently grumpy mama omitted–grateful to my own mama who reminds me to peek at them when they are sleeping and count my blessings.