We got our Christmas tree today. We had great intentions and loaded everyone up in two cars, drove to a tree farm and chopped down our own tree. Tyler and baby slept while this was going on and woke up to see our tree on the ground. While Grandma and Mike were scoping out the farm for their tree to chop down, Daddy, Grandpa and and the boys got in the truck to drive our big tree up the hill. The truck got stuck. Majorly stuck. We rolled backwards almost hitting a tree. Grandpa and Daddy had to saw down three trees and break the laws of physics to get us unstuck enough to manuever our way back onto a paved road. This was a very stressful, intense time and on top of being stuck, having trees sticking through the windows, and sitting in the backseat of the truck with two kids and no carseats (they were in my *4-wheel drive* car), it started raining. Tyler definitely picked up on the intensity and began crying and looking around. He and I talked about being stuck and counting on Daddy and Grandpa to get us out of the mess. I think he understood because after that, Tyler just watched every little thing with no expression on his face. Just soaking it all in. Now he will know what to do if he ever gets stuck 16 years from now.

We got the massive tree home, hung lights and decorated it. Tyler was far more interested in climbing the ladder than he was in the tree. Now the challenge of keeping him away from the tree begins.