O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Last year we gave in and put up the artificial tree. This year we made up for it by not only buying a real tree, but cutting it down ourselves too.

After a pit stop at Old Navy for two little hats and two little pairs of mittens and another at Starbucks for two non-fat peppermint mocha twists (one whip, one no whip), we headed north to Beavers Christmas Tree Farm. The four of us braved the 34-degree (COLD) temperature and walked (some rode) up the hill to select the perfect 7-ft. Cypress that would adorn our living room throughout this Christmas season.

Okay, to be fair, Brandon cut down the tree while the rest of us watched.

Here she is in all her glory...