It is our family tradition to cut our own tree each Christmas. We go to Idaho the Saturday after Thanksgiving to hunt the perfect tree. It is one of our favorite parts about Christmas. We went with our friends, the Bell's and made a day of it. We take along plenty of hot cocoa and goodies for the trip (the natives get restless after about 10 minutes).
Our generous family borrowed their 4-wheelers and trailer to us so we didn't have to trek with the poopsies too terribly far. So we strapped the sled on the back and headed out. 
Sam was the perfect little babysitter. On the way back she sang to Sienna the entire way back. Between that and the rumbling 4-wheeler, she was out cold!
Our 'little' tree in all its glory. Jared would have liked to put it in the middle of the room so it could be 18' tall-but it ended up 16'. It only took us over a week to even get the lights on it.
Our generous family borrowed their 4-wheelers and trailer to us so we didn't have to trek with the poopsies too terribly far. So we strapped the sled on the back and headed out. 
Sam was the perfect little babysitter. On the way back she sang to Sienna the entire way back. Between that and the rumbling 4-wheeler, she was out cold!
Our 'little' tree in all its glory. Jared would have liked to put it in the middle of the room so it could be 18' tall-but it ended up 16'. It only took us over a week to even get the lights on it. 
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