But because of the change in plans for this past weekend, we decided to go out on the hunt for our Christmas tree a week early. I found a Christmas tree farm less than 2 miles from our house that boasted you could cut your own tree. What is more iconically Norman Rockwell than cutting your own tree?!?! Nate found a saw and we got everything ready to go while the boys napped.
Classic. Think this kid was born and raised in the South?! Once we got everyone squared away and situated, the nice people at the tree farm were kind enough to snap a family photo for us:
We first looked around for the cut your own trees. Unfortunately, they were a little too Charlie Brown for our taste. Thankfully, the place also had a lot of cut trees at reasonable prices. We started our search for the perfect tree. Will really enjoyed himself, especially the snow falling on him! Luke on the other hand, proceeded to whine the whole time and walk as slowly as humanly possible.
Matt was more perplexed than anything else. This white stuff was falling on him, he was surrounded by strange people and lots of trees, and his idol - his big brother Luke - could have tripped over the bottom lip that was sticking out from his face.
We quickly found a good tree, and the folks from the tree far trimmed, netted, and put it in the back of the truck for us. As we were loading Will, we noticed the ridiculous build up on snow on his wheelchair tires. Kid Karts aren't really made for off-roading or adverse weather conditions!
As we were loading Will and Matt back into their car seats, we looked around for Luke (who we had assumed was nearby - he's smart and knows that if he gets too far away, we can't hear him whining). He was about 10 feet from the truck, standing there like a statue... a snow-covered, 3.5 ft tall, bundled, crying statue. Those are serious tears on his cheeks, by the way, not melting snow.
We got him in his car seat and Nate surprised him with his first candy cane from the tree farm folks. All was forgotten. After we unloaded everyone at home, he was the proudest kid ever, walking around sucking on that candy cane, telling us all that he just picked out our Christmas tree.