Traditionally the day after Thanksgiving Lisa makes me put up the Christmas tree. She is very adamant about this, something Mark can attest to. This year she decided that it would be fun to cut our own tree down, so we found a tree farm a little north of us and drove up with the truck. With the kids bundled up and rosy-cheeked we walked between the rows of balsam and douglas fir with two different deer stands in sight. I worried not about the deer stands even though it was the WI gun season, because if those teenagers in the slasher movies are protected by a dim flashlight then certainly I could protect my little troop of lumberjacks with the saw I borrowed from the owner. We choose a nice shaped 6 foot balsam pine and dragged it back to the truck (the only thing I have had to drag all week). I did most of the cutting although Sophia also had a good attempt at lumberjacking. She also helped me drag it back to the truck, during this time Merrick was practicing for a new world record of glove removal, and I am a little surprised that he didn't have chaffing from the number of times his gloves were on and off.
With the tree home and decorated, Sophia subjected Merrick to some story time while she was wearing her 'teacher shoes." This is why I try to find outdoor activities for the kids.
Saturday morning we drove around some dirt roads in the Oconto county forest and Sophia donned a blaze coverall and ran behind the truck just like the other guy we passed was doing with his dogs. After 2 days in the house both Sophia and I thought this was a wonderful idea.
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Did you cut the bottom off of it too???? The memory of that conversation still makes me laugh.
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