Since Thanksgiving weekend was so crazy, we waited till the first weekend of December to get a tree. I have always had real trees, and Kevin never did. So when we got married he supported my tradition of a real tree. This year we decided to go cut our own tree. Kevin liked the idea of a “manly” activity and I liked the idea of a permit only costing $10. Well I went to the forest office and it took me a good 20 minutes to get a permit. Long line? Nope! The ladies in the office wouldn’t stop playing with Jameson, to give me my permit. As I was leaving a couple entered, and before I had Jameson locked in his chair they were already back in the parking lot. I have things to do ladies! Why couldn’t it have been that quick for me? Anyways, I got the permit, and then Kevin’s friend said we could go on his private property and cut a tree. So if anyone needs a permit, I still have one. So we headed up the hill, and finally found his property (his directions weren’t the best).

Jameson was all packed and ready to go.

 

Jameson and his dad scouting out trees, and checking out the area.

     

We found the tree!

    

Jameson and I waiting for dad to cut the tree down. He loved playing with my pig tails, not so fun for me.

   

The tree started at about 16 feet. It probably ended up at a little over 9 by the time we stood it up in the house.

   

Sappy hands when all was said and done. The finished product.

We never did get the angel on top, so she had taken up residency next to the tree.