Oh Christmas Tree

Going and cutting down our tree has become one of my favorite things to do each Christmas.  Last year we were a little rushed; Lincoln liked the process a whole heck of a lot less than we thought he would.  This year started out a little rocky but Lincoln totally perked up and had a really great time helping us pick out the tree.

It was the tiniest tree we have ever had.  I'm pretty sure.  We always pick a tree that looks just right when we're at the tree farm and when we get it home it's huge.  This year, we had the opposite problem: we thought it was perfect there and when we got it home it was so small!

Doughnut eating in the lodge.

 Lincoln was a huge help decorating the tree.  I had to move all the ornaments after he went to bed.  They were all at his eye level.

Isadora would not stop pulling the tree lights off the tree.  It was so darn annoying.  The worst.

And we had breakfast with Santa.  Santa scared the dickens out of both the kids.  This was right before Isa screamed like crazy.  Lincoln did manage to tell him what he wanted for Christmas before jumping off Santa's lap.

 I love the family tradition we have started of going to get a tree every year.  It is by far one of my favorite things we all do together each Christmas.