Tree Farm

On the Sunday after Thanksgiving, we drove to Washington, Missouri to cut down our own tree. The farm reminded us of OUR farm.

We met the owner, a 60-ish, kind, nice-looking, previously-weekends-only, gimme-cap-wearing farmer who also harvests pecans from his land. I know. You're thinking, "I know someone who resembles that man!"

After a short tractor ride into the fields...

We began our hunt.

 

Found it!

 

 

And conquered it with a few easy saw strokes.

Finished the outing with hot apple cider. Yummy!

I don't wear diapers anymore!

Whoop! Whoop!

Family Pics

Our babysitter, Ellen, has a photography business. She took our photos the first weekend in November when Opa and Nana were here. Nana directed the one of the girls marching in a line, trying to recreate the famous mud marching photo of my sisters and me.