Us four kids always picked out a huge tree and Mom would always say that it's not going to fit... Dad usually sided with the kids.
Trees always look smaller out in the field...
And the tree usually didn't fit.
Dad starts a game of tag when we get to the field... Always a highlight of the day. This year mom was going around tagging people even when she wasn't it. It was all fun and games until Emmalyn tripped and fell into a sticker patch (especially not good when she's used to "brushing" herself off when she falls... Cue stickers in the hands - on top of everywhere else... Cue a momma who's holding it together but is all like "Must get stickers outta my baby NOW! Go to h-e-double hockey sticks you dang stickers!!" in her head)... Then Annabel (my brother's 9 month old) felt the need to blow outta her diaper. Pretty sure tag ended then, and it was Mission: Find a Tree ASAP.
{Annabel and Emmalyn pre-poop and pre-stickers} |
{E wasn't a fan of Santa this year. although she did take a candy cane from him} |
I forgot to take a picture of Emmalyn and her new ornament, but every year she gets a new one, usually picked out at the tree farm. Mom and Dad always had a new ornament for us four kids on Tree Day. So when we moved out and had a tree of our own, we also had a collection of 20+ (sentimental) ornaments.
{Grandma and Annabel!} |
{The Shields found their tree! (finally)} |
{Trailer ride back to the barn after much excitement in the field... Mom needs to remember to not wear a hat and to put on a little makeup for Tree Day. *Eesh!*} |