Lotta sap in here

Finally...

...scope out next year's tree...




















...hug it...



















...have an argument over hot cider while standing in a petrified tree stump and call it all a brilliant success! Merry tree hunting!

Next...

have a cheese ball picture made with a scenic view...

...start haulin' 'er in...

...break for a picture...

Then...

find the right tree...














...help Daddy cut it down...














...double check...














...fetch the tree sherpa.

First...

You eat your lunch because it took an hour to get out there and we were huuunngeee...














...get your picture taken on the front porch of the B&B because it is cute and you are making memories...














...hitch a ride on a sled out into the fields of trees...















...and look cute, again because we are making memories.

Heard around here

"Is it possible to get tired of seeing a nakey baby run?"

"Sometimes trash talk is all you have."

"They are him's and we are her's."

Can you guess who said what and why?
We are off to get our Christmas tree!!

numero dos and tres!

A little late for one and a little early for another. I finshed two more skirts - one for Annika and one for Lauren Pollack. Lauren's birthday was the day after Olivia's and Annika's is on Sunday. Annika and Lauren aren't really skirty girls. They are a little more rough and tumble...but I don't know how to sew pants yet. Plus, what's a little grass stain on your skirt when your little? I still have to put the elastic in the striped on - that is one of Mike's old polos and I picked up the ribbon on sale at an art store in town. The brown, gray, gold, mustard (there is debate on the color) one is one of Karl's old dress shirts and the trim is something I found at those antique stores we hit a couple of weekends ago. This continues to be very gratifying.