The Quest

For the perfect tree...

My kids love it. The pine trees, the mountain, the snow, the cold...those aren't found where we live and so they revel in all of it.

It's also fun to dig out our random winter wear from years living in Minnesota. Brings back fun memories.

I kept telling Mr. C he looked like a lobster with his red jacket and over sized claws, er gloves.

And he had some strange wind burn rash on his face that day. Mysterious.

Each time we caught a glimpse of Dennis, he had a snowball in his mitten, a mischievous look in his eye and a sneaky smile on his face. He undoubtedly got a kick out of throwing snowballs at unsuspecting family members. He told me after that it is "just so fun to play in the snow with real trees instead of pretend ones".

This time my fun aunt and her family came along.

We posed with our "kill". I'm not sure I pulled off the tough face too well and my wonderfully, bubbly aunt has a constant smile so I don't think she could've pulled it off either...even if she tried, although it doesn't look like she tried too hard!

Miss B was beside herself to find this bit of moss and took it back to Grandma's to make a moss farm. Too bad we left it there. LOVE the hat though, don't you...the shape is stellar! It's like there's a giant cupcake underneath.

Q had to to be carried everywhere since he could hardly move... what with his 72 layers of clothes and all. Plus the little plants, rocks and forest floor only added to his general clumsiness. But Grammy was happy to oblige.

And so was Daddy

And finally the cutting down of our tree. Poor hubby was a little bummed... We couldn't get as big of a tree this year as we usually do because of a shorter ceiling in the room we are putting said tree in. He lives to have a Griswald Family Tree, so it took him a bit to get used to this "tiny" tree.