So my husband is brilliant. (Its true.) This year he decided we were going to cut our own Christmas tree - like in the mountains. His friend Mike does it every year with all of his siblings so we decided to join in the fun. Sometime in November John went with Mike to sit in the freezing cold at 5 in the morning to get a permit. They only give out 250 and there were almost twice as many men in line. (That's sad, huh.)
Last Friday we met Mike and his kids in Kamas and headed up the canyon in Francis. He and Angie had already cut their tree a few days earlier, but he was awesome enough to take us. IT-WAS-SO-FUN! On the way up I was a little skeptical, but only because I was nice and warm in the truck and it was nice and five-below (or something along those lines) outside. I got that yucky I-am-about-to-freeze-my-tail-end-off feeling that I get when we go skiing. Its the worst feeling in the world for me (or something along those lines) and makes me never want to go skiing again - at least until I get all geared up and start flying down the mountain on my wooden sticks of wonder! THAT, in turn, is the BEST feeling in the world (or something along those lines) (I am trying to stick that in here as many times as possible, just for fun).
So once we got our snow gear on and buried ourselves in the trees we had a BLAST! It was amazing - beautiful and warm, and funny, and hard to walk in two feet of snow while carrying a 22 pound infant. the kids dragged their sleds and we lost the kids (not really) and then John found a great tree! And then he found another one! and another! And then he settled on one - a NICE one. THE ONE. I set Ammon in a sled to go gander (because by then Ammon was getting REALLY heavy and I really didn't care which tree we cut anymore) and when I turned around Ammon had fallen off of the sled (or scooted, probably) and was just sitting in the snow. It took a minute, but then the freezing snow penetrated his diaper and froze his little bottom and he erupted. So we gave the camera to Mike (and I accidentally switched it to night vision - sorry) and headed back to the truck where I noticed that Ammon looked kind of bluish.
When they got back, John and Mike noticed it too so instead of sledding with the kids we took off for Mike's house to re-oxygenate Ammon in a lower altitude. Angie was at a craft-making thing all day so we invaded their really cool house and Mike made us hot cocoa while the kids watched part of Home Alone. Then we went home to decorate the tree.
The tree was substantially TALLER than we are used to so putting lights on was a bit of a challenge, but we had a lot of fun doing it and the girls are getting so good at decorating - really! Now all we're missing is some ribbon and a toppper (as per the girls). Its a little weird to see a big tree growing in my living room, but I like it! And it was nice to create our own little family tradition. I hope we get to do it again next year!
Holy Crap! How is nature so foreign to you? I love that you almost froze to death at the thought of getting out of the truck! haahahah
ReplyDeleteI love the tidbits about Ammon finding his way to the snow, and the girls with their own decorating ideas and (side rant) I miss you soooo much!!
Thanks for doing the blog (which I know is not for me, but rather a family journal) It is my chance to share your daily life. And it makes me smile and warms my heart and reminds me to call my best friend and sis more often! (too mushy?? :-o))
Thanks Tam, I like mushy if it reminds you to call me :) We miss you too...
ReplyDeleteAND, nature is not foreign to me - only COLD nature is.
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