Sunday, December 7th 2014

Blessed with no work on this early December Sunday, Dear Hubby and I undertook to take our kids OUT of the city and INTO the country to find ourselves a Christmas Tree.  Imagine:

A drive just long enough to shake off shades of the city, and voila:

“Country, Etc.”

A simple greeting from the lovely proprietors of Wolf Hill Farm, and we’re off through the woods.  First up, this heavenly brook:

I wanted to capture the essence of it and slip it in my breast pocket and take it home forever.  But with kids such a fleeting thought is about as close as you come to actual communion with nature.  Or anything.  Like, thoughts.

Boy:  “MUST POKE WITH STICK.”

On the other hand, possibly my favorite photo bomb of all time:

Girl: YouKnowWhatMom?

And the moment is gone.  But lo, what’s this?

Hi Boys

Pinch me.

Am I dreaming?

Through the woods to a Christmas Tree field:

With the Twins

Looking for The One:

Can you spot the Boy?

Hmm, why does that tree have pirate boots?

Surprise!

Not sure which tree to choose, so let’s try a Flamly Pic:

CircusKitchen Selfie

We agree on a tree and Daddy does the honors. (Sorry tree!  And thank you farmer!)

She’s a Beauty

I’m happy this is the most barbaric thing we do in the woods:

Man and his Coup

Boy moves in for the kill with Hand Saw:

Shaped like a *gun* no less!

[Kids and tools: a whole other post.]

Saw with Daddy

More Boy in Glory:

Chisel and Hammer

Even sharing the love with his Sister!

Here’s how you hammer and chisel, Clarita.

When she did it, he exclaimed, “You’re DOING it Clarita!”  (Such sweet Big-Brotherly Love his Mamma drinks in like Manna.) #swoon

On another note, one huge perk of pulling out the Christmas decorations is dressing up the cat:

Peter Parker as Mrs. Claus

You can tell he totes *loves* it, although perhaps not as much as Flash Cat here with us cracking up at him:

Save me

In case you’re worried about the cat, here he is contemplating his life in the corner:

How did it come to this?

Because I’m usually everywhere but home on weekends, having the day off and spending it with my family and feeling like a stereotype -archetype perhaps- never felt so good.

Tree’s not decorated yet, but here’s a taste of the magical Christmas Spirit infiltrating our home we love so entirely:

Star Light Star Bright

First star I see tonight!