Last week we went to a local farm, and while in the dark, each of us tried our hardest to find a good, Christmas worthy tree. We each had a few possibilities, but it was Ian who found this one. And I have to say, it's absolutely perfect!
My mom and I spent WAY too long replacing burned out bulbs on the strings of white lights, so I was forced to use these. True, the tree has been referred to as an Irish flag, and a rocket pop, but I think it's growing on me.
Tonight we turned on some holiday music, and all hung up the ornaments. Despite my efforts, it was impossible to take a picture of Isaac without him moving around. I have not given up entirely, just for tonight!
