|Pancakes by Daddy.|
After 20 minutes I decided maybe I could nurse him back sleep. So I did, and carefully laid him beside me and just laid my head down on the pillow myself and "Wham" like lightening - arms-straight-out-toes-pointed and then kick, kick, kick ... smack, smack, smack. Followed by that baby heavy-breathing/panting noise, then more giggles and gurgles. Then Jack joined in from the next room over "Mom? Mooommmm!!"
|Oh he knows something good is about to happen!|
Someday, I'll get to sleep in. Someday. Of course, by that time I will be the one trying to get my boys up in the morning. And I'll look back on these days and wish for them back. But for now, getting my boys up and to the breakfast table is a piece of cake. Getting everyone out the door at a decent hour is another story. Which is why we left for the tree farm a few hours later than anticipated.
|Emotions were running a bit high that morning.|
Earlier in the week I had researched some local tree farms on http://www.pickyourownchristmastree.org/. We wanted a real farm, with trees that we could cut down, and somewhere within a reasonable driving distance since we were trying to fit this outing in amongst naps and lunch. We settled on one 30 minutes away because it had a nice, updated website with a pretty picture of a idyllic farmstead.
|Cold but ready to go!|
|Starting our with a fervor.|
We challenged ourselves to find that "diamond in the rough." I envisioned discovering a tree in the way back corner that no one else wanted, lovingly choosing it to be a part of our family for the holidays, setting it up in our house and turning it into the best tree in town - you know, the stuff children's books are made of. Well none of this mattered. We literally couldn't find a single one that we could be happy with.
In the end, we trudged back to the barn, handed the saw back to the owners, glanced over the rows and rows of pre-cut trees just arrived fresh from Pennsylvania, had the tree-boy hold a few up and give us the full 360 slow-mo spin, and found ourselves the most perfect (but not too perfect) Fraser, that ended up costing about 3 times as much as it would if we had just cut one down with my parents and drove it home last week.
I comfort myself with the knowledge that even though we didn't get the full experience, we at least contributed to a small, local farm ... and threw a bit back into Pennsylvania's economy as well.
And that my friends, is tradition. The give and take, the pull and push, of what we envision something to be, what it really ends up being, and then what we choose to remember it as. It was a lovely day with my 3 boys. And Jon and I both agree, this tree is our favorite one yet!