Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree

...how lovely our thy branches...

And what a lovely tree she is.

Our 2012 Christmas tree in all it's glory before we chopped her down.

Oh and chop it down we did.
If you've been a faithful visitor of my blog for some time now you'll know that I very much prefer going to a tree farm and picking out a tree over heading to home depot/lowes and trying your best to find the perfect one amongst the mound of already cut trees one on top of the other.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.(cue the famous Seinfeld phrase).  If you don't remember our past tree excursions click here. 
 I guess I just wanted my kids to experience the same familiar pleasure of a Christmas tree farm that I did as a child.

There's a perfect little place here called Fish River Tree Farm and we headed there on Thursday morning after Steven returned from an overnight shift.

Unfortunately this cute little train only runs on the weekend but Isaac didn't have to know that.

We just nodded and agreed with him when he said "it's broken mama, it must be broken."

We'll try to go back on the weekend next year.

I personally enjoyed not having a crowd that day.  We were literally the only ones there.

This girl thankfully slept the whole time.

And this girl was everywhere as always and was enthralled with the animals they keep for the live nativity.

While little buddy was "eager" to run off and look for the perfect tree.

He doesn't care much for live animals.

That's okay little buddy, they were kind of smelly.

They had rows and rows of different types of trees.  They did have a section of fraser firs already cut but we, of course, settled on one we could chop down ourselves.

...but not before a few staged photographs...

Isaac has been perfecting his camera smile lately and I must say, he's doing a superb job.

We'll have to work on Vannah's.

Isaac was the one who picked out our tree.  We didn't believe him at first and kept searching through the rows but soon realized he had actually picked the best one.

It even came with it's very own bird's nest.

We watched as daddy cut our 9 foot tree down.

Well...most of us stayed there and watched.
Other's enjoyed wandering off and creating more work for the watcher.

Isaac was sure to explain over and over again "daddy, just don't let the tree fall on you alright?"

He was very adamant about it.

Thankfully it didn't land on Daddy and we were ready to net it up and head home.

But not before taking a picture with the woman behind the curtain, I mean camera...

By the end of our morning Mama and Daddy were a little tired so we let Isaac help just a bit.

 

 

Hey, he's gotta work for his keep people.

 

Food doesn't grow on Christmas trees you know....