Hunting for our Christmas Tree

The weekend after Thanksgiving we headed out on a hunt for our Christmas tree. We drove a couple of hours to a tree farm off of the Blue Ridge Parkway. Carver managed to burn himself (rather badly) on a negligently placed wood-burning stove there (Daniel had some words for the owners), but we found our tree!

The evil wood-burning stove. 

Pain and agony. Burns are awful.

Funny story about the whistle below. They give you a whistle to blow when you find your tree. Then some men come and cut it down for you. But they will only give you ONE whistle. Which is not cool when you have two boys. Then, a very nice lady offered us her whistle. With only a brief "it's only been in my mouth once" comment. So Daniel takes the whistle, and after walking a bit away, he wipes it on his shirt and then goes to hand it to Carson. OH MY GOODNESS. Is he crazy? Does he not know me at all? I was like, over my dead body will he put that in his mouth. So the boys had a lesson in sharing that day.

Men. I swear.

The pain was intense on the drive home. Screaming so loud my ears were ringing. We stopped as soon as we were off the mountain to get him some meds. Whew.

And....the tree :) Which fell over at 4:30 a.m. on the first night and about scared me half to death. I didn't hear it fall, but Daniel yelled for me from the other room. So I wake up to Daniel YELLING at 4:30 a.m. I can't even describe the adrenaline rush-- in the 2.5 seconds it took me to get to the living room I had convinced myself that he was having a heart attack and was laying on the ground. Thankfully that was not the case. But I still had to sit down with my head between my knees to keep from totally passing out. #truestory