Every year we tell ourselves that we will get our tree early in the season and never do. This year we finally managed it. We went with Jeff's family and had a blast. One of the funny things that seems to be becoming a tradition is tree hunting in the dark. This has been I think the third year that we have gone tree hunting in the late afternoon and haven't gotten done until after the sun went down and the colors had faded from the sky with only the moon and stars to watch us. And we have done this regardless of who seems to be with us. So, if we ever ask you to go tree hunting with us in the future know that this is what you are getting yourself into. We were very successful though and left the tree farm with four trees, one for us, one for Jeff's parents, one for the little bro, and a small one for the cousins. This is certainly a tradition that we treasure. I was just looking at our tree as I sit here and was thinking that next year Emma will be much more mobile and that is a crazy thought! For now I will enjoy her being my little reindeer because it won't last for long. 
Poppa and Emma
Our favorite little reindeer!
Our tree
What fabulous memories! Emma really did quite well in the front pack the whole time. This was during the cutting of the tree and we dropped the binky.
Little Bro's tree. The tree farm folks said it was a "junk tree" and gave him a deal on it. I believe it ended up taking up residence in Jono's extra bathroom toilet until he could get a stand for it. I hear the room mates and their girlfriends were quite surprised. This is his first christmas tree for his own place.
See, I told you she did just fine. :)
Hunting in the dark. This was the last tree that we found which was for the cousins. There was a friendly older gentleman who followed us around helping us. I think it was more to get us out of there so they could go home than anything but he was very helpful if not a bit pushy in an old man sort of way. But very cheerful.
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