Well, this weekend we ran out to get out tree. I can get a little bit stressed about trying to find the perfect tree. I know, I know. You are all shocked right now. But it is true. Unfortunately, as fate would have it (or fortunately for the boys, I guess), the sun was starting to set when we finally made it to our destination. So no," long, drawn out, circle the farm 10 times before finding the perfect tree" trip for us this year. The boys were focused. Well Evan and Jeremy were. Carter and I were enjoying a fun game of "Hide and Go Seek Christmas Tree Farm Edition".
Apparently, I missed the memo about what type of tree Jeremy and Evan wanted. So no short needles, the boys wanted a long needled tree. Ummmm....not what I had in mind. But Jeremy insists that our troubles began when we started purchasing short needled trees. What ever?!?!
But because I was unaware of the arrangement, each time I picked out a tree, Evan shook his head at me, "Ummm Mom, that's not what we are getting."
Humph, he is so bossy all. the. time sometimes.
After walking up the huge hill, in the mud. We came to the first batch of long needled trees. And within a minute, Evan declared he had found our tree.
I tried to state my case and explain to them that the tree they chose, was, well, UGLY, but apparently since I am the only estrogen filled person in this family, I get no say in such matters as this. The men decided that "This is the tree we are getting. Period."
And Jeremy got lucky, because the sun was setting and it was getting dark. And of course when Evan's dimpled smile comes out, it is hard to resist...