Russ had the tradition as a kid to go cut down their own Christmas tree. Over the years we have taken on this tradition for our family-but this year we talked my family into getting into it as well. We threw a twist on it this year adding in another tradition Russ had as a kid where his dad would find a family who wouldn't be able to get a tree on their own and get one for them. So we got an extra tree tag and looked around and my dad found a family of a single mom in his ward that would be a perfect candidate for our tree. However, my dad thought of the good idea of having the oldest boy in that family coming with us to pick out and cut down the tree for his family.
So the day after Thanksgiving, when Russ was feeling better, we packed up early and took off to find us the perfect trees.
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| Due to the pain from shooting caused on Thanksgiving Russ camped out in the backseat of my parents truck to still be a part of Christmas tree hunting but still keeping his foot elevated. |
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| My dad taught him how to use a chainsaw and then guided him to cut down the tree he had picked out. |
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| Also then had him pack out his tree. My dad letting the man of the house get the full experience. |
I of course had to get a picture while we were there so I was the mean wife making her husband navigate around in the snow, in his shorts, on crutches. side note: This week after Russ's surgery was the only time in our relationship where I have seen Russ where shorts because he hates them but they were the only thing that would fit over that honkin cast.
We went home and got the tree decorated while we watched Christmas movies and then I had to bring the dogs in for our little family experience. I had found an ugly Christmas sweater for dogs at Target and for the first time ever I dressed Remi. I thought it was the cutest thing even though it reminded me she's not as little as I think and want her to be :(
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