One of the Hurst family traditions is to cut down our Christmas tree over Thanksgiving weekend. We make a day of it and drag everyone out to our favorite tree farm to run around the rows and rows of trees yelling out "I like this one!" and "No way, that one is way to ___ (insert adjective: skinny, fat, tall, sparse, bald)". I love it and since I am a huge stickler for traditions we have adopted it as our family tradition as well (Ryan gets bonus points for going along with this plan every year since he was raised with artificial trees which I hear involve much less work). Since we stayed in town for Thanksgiving we went to a tree farm here in Columbus with our new little family. We bundled the twins in warm blankets (complements of Jan, Suzie and Carnie) put them in their double bob all terrain stroller (which I highly recommend by the way) and picked out our tree. They didn't have much of an opinion this year, but hopefully they'll be more involved in years to come:). As always putting up the tree was a fiasco and ended in Ryan cutting off two feet from the bottom. It's up now and lit and it adds a certain coziness to our living room that really embodies Christmas. Pictures Top-Bottom: Lydia, Grace and I by the chosen tree; Lydia (left) and Grace in their Christmas hats knit by our neighbor, Becky; Lydia hanging out in her swing enjoying the lights and ornaments; Lydia and Grace again modeling the full knit Christmas ensemble.