Everything in life is more of an adventure with kids.
After our pre-lit tree failed to light all but one of its strands of lights, I decided it was time to move on. I started thinking about how we had live trees growing up in the Hill household. When I was first out of college, I bought a small artificial tree because it seemed like a good plan while living alone in an apartment. Each year, I just put it up and then upgraded to a larger, pre-lit fake tree. It seemed convenient.
But what’s the holiday season without a little adventure?
So Greg and I decided to go cut down our own life tree from his mom’s property. Cate called it a “tree hunt” on our way across the Kentucky-Tennessee line Saturday afternoon. We weren’t alone in our hunt, either. Uncle Charles and Aunt Angela; cousins Elijah, Ethne and Evelyn; and friends Nathan, Sarah, Davey and Atticus were with us. Gran-Gran and baby cousin Kieran were inside.
We’re going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day!
We’re not scared.”
The guys loaded both our tree and the Goodriches’ tree into Greg’s pick-up truck bed. Good to go, back toward Murray. Until we realized we lost our friends’ tree somewhere between a curve and a stop sign on State Line Road. So we retraced our tracks …
And after I took a picture, I helped Greg load the tree back in the truck. He did stop one other time to readjust it and weigh it down. Finally, it was more secure.
Onward …
Then we saw a deer. Greg slowed down, but he still clipped the deer with the passenger-side front bumper of his truck.
It’s only 14.4 miles between our house and my mother-in-law’s house. It took longer than usual last night, but we laughed often and talked about how we felt so blessed. It had been a good day; it is a good life.
And for the first time in a decade, I have a live Christmas tree. It’s fat and unshaped … and I love it. And I believe a new tradition is born.
There also was the father-daughter conversation earlier today during the MSU vs. Dayton basketball game that had me laughing …
While watching Isaiah Canaan drive to the basket surrounded by defenders during a fast break, Greg yelled, “Give it up, son.”
Then 4-year-old Cate piped in, “Daddy, who is your son out there?”
“Well, I call anyone who I’m coaching ‘son,’ even though I’m not really coaching anyone out there.” Then Greg turned to me: “She thinks she has a lot of brothers out there.”
Ben loves his bath, but tonight he and I both were in for a surprise …
While playing in the water, 2-year-old Ben started yelling, “Rock! Rock! Rock!”
And then I noticed the brown “rocks” floating around the tub weren’t actually rocks …
What stories do you have from your weekend? I hope your days were filled with adventure, surprises and laughter.
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I love this story, especially the "Rocks". Been there-done that. What great memories you are making. Loved the whole weekend. Let's make the parade, then "Tree Hunting" then helping with my tree a tradition and of course dinner. I love having lots of people around the house.
There are a lot of things about this post that I like a lot. First of all, the picture of Greg with the chain saw is awesome. That's definitely his proud face! And I loved the exchange between him and Cate. Priceless!
My memory from the weekend was making my dining room table with my little brother. And hitting myself in the face with a hammer.