Christmas Tree Hunting

Molly stuck behind the Christmas Tree. Poor pups she had to be cold back there all by herself.


Dad and Bryce putting the tree into the truck.
Bryce cutting the tree down while Dad ran to get the truck, our feet were so cold and he was the only one in boots. Dakota was going to cut the tree down but he he couldn't start the chain saw and then Bryce had trouble starting it, then Dakota got scared and decided to just let Bryce do it.
Our beautiful Christmas Tree while it is still alive.
Molly loves to run in the snow, it makes her forget she is almost 84 years old.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, Dad, Bryce, Robert, Dakota, Shelby, Molly and I went Christmas Tree Hunting. We found one super quick because it was thirty degrees with a foot of snow. Dad told us it wouldn't be cold and probably no snow at all. Well there was.
Kinda like how last year he told us it would be cold with a little bit of snow and it was seventy degrees and no a single speck of snow. But here are some of the pictures from this years trip.

Sorry the pictures are in a weird order and I can't get them to go after the words.