Holy God is it cold outside. Like the kind of cold that slaps you in the face, and then penetrates through your three layers of clothing and directly into your bone marrow. Deep, frigid, just plain mean cold. So obviously, it's the perfect weather for heading out to the Christmas tree farm. Sometimes, when you live where we live, you just have to suck it up or you could be stuck inside, having a sorry little holiday season with no Christmas tree, forever. Or at least that's how it feels.
So instead of going to get our tree when the rest of the world seemed to last weekend, when the temps were a balmy 30 degrees, we are going tomorrow morning, which Ginger Zee (I already miss you, Sam Champion!) has been predicting as a "deep freeze" for Wisconsin. I think the high is 8. Sounds like fun!
Since the year before we were married, Justin and I have gone with my parents to get Christmas trees, so I guess that's six years now?! We've tried a couple of different local farms, but our favorite is Aissen tree farm in Luxemburg, WI. It's a cute family-owned establishment, celebrating their 50th anniversary this year - and since it's in a town called Luxemburg I like to pretend we're traveling out to the European countryside for our trees which makes me feel so worldly and fancy.
Until the girls get a little older, we're happy just choosing a precut tree rather than doing the whole hayride/cutting down of our own tree. We did that three years ago and it was fun, but a process for sure. Something we're not quite ready for with two toddlers and a newborn.
All of the precut trees are "named", so while Justin is checking the trees for height and girth (I'm positive that is the first time I've ever written the word "girth"), I'm checking out the names. Last year my mom and I asked if there were any trees named Annaleise and Elin and the poor teenager working just looked at us like we had Christmas trees growing out of our heads and shook his head no. Now, I love this tree farm, but if I were in charge of naming all these trees, I would have a lot less trees named Ron and Tina and a few more fun names, like Olaf and Pablo. I don't know why those are fun names - but they make me smile and I would gladly invite Olaf and Pablo into my home for the holidays. They sound like a couple of guys who would drink all of our brandy slushes and then leave us with crazy stories to tell for years to come!
Anyway...here we are last year - look at those cute little bear cubs. We didn't even need winter jackets! Now that's my kind of winter.
Despite the cold weather, I'm actually quite excited to venture out tomorrow. Jamie and Todd are coming this year, too, which makes me happy! It's become a fun little Christmas tradition. The tree farm also has a shop with all kinds of rustic, country Christmas things and a candy land playhouse area for the kids and they sell hot chocolate, Christmas cookies and brats - hey, this is Wisconsin, remember? It's not Europe - that was pretend. Wisconsin = Brats. It's a fun little outing I look forward to, and of course, I'm thrilled to be able to come home and trim the tree with the girls this year. I know they will be a handful and I will put them to bed halfway through it, but the first fifteen minutes will be fun, I'm sure of it!
And since I don't want to forget to acknowledge Thanksgiving (it's already getting neglected way too much with all the Brown Thursday/Black Friday consumerism these days), here's a picture from turkey day last week. We had lunch at Justin's mom's place with a delicious, traditional Thanksgiving feast, and then dinner at my parents with pizza and appetizers. With my mom's recent back surgery, no one wanted her to take on the usual (HUGE) meal she prepares, and it was actually nice to not stuff our faces with turkey and sweet potatoes twice in one day!