A Cuttin' We Will Go!

While my worst fears of Luke attacking a Christmas tree like a cat flowed around in my mind, I simply could not justify an artificial tree or missing out on the experience (read: photo op) of cutting down a Christmas tree. For better
or worse, we were just going to go for it and hope for the best.

It was certainly cold out in the middle of PDN (Po-Dunk-Nowheresville) but we stuck a silly hat on Luke's head, gave him some mittens that were too small and made him mad and were off to find the perfect, somewhat reasonably priced tree.

We let the little stinker run around and there were some mighty face-plants.
True to form, Luke didn't cry or fuss, just tried again. I love how determined
(read: stubborn) he is and just keeps trying.

We found our beautiful little tree and decided to adopt him and take him home. While the decorations weren't put on for a few weeks, our tree was giving our family tree skirt. I love this tree skirt and have to laugh remembering that I personalized a tree skirt with "The Bickels" before I was even married to Todd. At least I was engaged! Now we really are the Bickels since we've added Luke to this crazy mix!

We took our Christmas card photo with our tree (Finally! A reason for a photo card!) but have decided against publishing it, for those 3 folks who read this blog to have a surprise.