We went tree hunting with a group of other families (Allen's, Quigley's, Godfrey's)where our collective lump of children equalled 9. That amounted to a lot of snow playing, squealing, and turns being taken of crying (mostly from the cold, I think)
Alden pulled the classic move of walking just outside the warmth of the circle around the fire to a clearing in the trees to poo just moments after getting him suited up in layers of borrowed snow clothes.
It was a great time and every family found their tree for the season.
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