Smiling Mom

This is NOT our Christ­mas Tree.

Nope, neither is this one!

You see, last year we went and cut down our own tree. We loved the expe­rience. We deci­ded that this would be our family’s tradition.

Then Hubby had sur­gery on his arm. And the whole ‘let’s saw down a tree and throw it on top of our man-van’ idea went out the win­dow. So our family hea­ded to our local Home Depot yes­ter­day to pick out our own small 3–4 foot tall tree.

Hubby was fee­ling bet­ter so he came too.

His eyes got big.

Really big.

He nee­ded a 6–7 foot tree.

We deci­ded on the one pic­tu­red above. It was the one! Beau­ti­ful, full, no holes. Perfect.

Now, step two. How do we get it home?

We deci­ded that I could bat my eyes and Hubby could flash his arm sling at the young guys at the front and maybe they would throw it on top of our man-van for us.

Our plan was devi­sed, pic­tu­res docu­men­ting the tree hunt were taken and we began lug­ging this per­fect tree up to the register.

BUT half way to the regis­ter, Hubby stopped.

He chan­ged his mind. He deci­ded that we should go this wee­kend to a tree farm after all to cut down that tree.

He had to go!

After much mini­mal good hear­ted gri­ping on my part, we tur­ned around and put the beau­ti­ful noble fur back with the others.

BC and eClaire were so confused.

“Change of plans guys!! You get to pick out a pot­ted Christ­mas tree!! Find the per­fect one! GO!” (what the kids didn’t know is that the ‘pot­ted Christ­mas tree’ was really a rose­mary bush sha­ped like a tree! shhh don’t tell!)

So off BC and eClaire went on a hunt for the new per­fect tree to bring home and decorate.

What do you think of the kids rose­mary bush Christ­mas tree?