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Monday, December 7, 2009

Piper Mountain

We made our annual trek to Piper Mountain Christmas Tree Farm this weekend. It is now truly cemented as one of our family traditions.

First, we dress appropriately. Or not.



We set off to find the perfect tree.



And find it. Always.




Maya tries to remove her clothing. Ella wonders why she doesn't have more on.

Then we cut it down. Usually we make sure the children are out of the way before it falls. Usually. There was a small miscommunication that prevented such a safety measure this year.


We admire our selection and then try to guess how old the tree is. We then convert that to dog years and then to cat years and we are ready to go.

Sandi pretends to be Paul Bunyan. This is one of my favorite parts.


The cold starts to get to us and we get a little crazy so we go in for donuts and hot apple cider and to pick out some ornaments. One for each of the girls and one for us. Every year. See, it's a tradition.


Then back outside for a hay ride.

And some love.

And home to decorate. (Ella took this picture. Not exactly the whole tree but I love that she has a photo on the blog.)


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