The temperature was in the twenties. The wind was blustery; then the snow started to squall. Em's eyes were tearing. Jax's nose was running. But based on their smiles...
If pictures say a thousand words, then there must be a thousand ways to say "cold." But as begrudging as I was when we left the house to go meander through the mud and muck, it turned out to be a pretty fun time. Jax's enthusiasm was contagious, and Em was snug as a bug in a North Face jacket with her Daddy.
Choosing the perfect tree turned out to be pretty easy. Our tree was probably the first one we saw. It is so perfect that someone offered to buy it off of us when we were leaving! But we still had Auntie Jenny's to choose as well as Nana and Papa's. Lots of opportunity for running through row upon row of Christmas trees looking for perfection x 3.
We found them, and Jax learned a new word. "TIMBER!" He helped cut down the trees every time and didn't stop saying, "Timber!" all day.