I suppose when Morgan is older we will go to an actual Tree farm and wander around in rubber boots looking for the perfect tree for Steve to hack down lovingly with a saw, but for now tradition is tradition and ours happens to be to drive down State Ave. about 10 blocks to the local Mexican market. My Mom and I then agonize indecisively over picking out our tree from maybe a dozen they have in their pot hole filled parking lot while Pablo smiles and seems to try to tell us each tree we look at is the best one on the lot.
Pablo and my Mom. Aren't they cute?
Our Precious Tree we finally decided on getting ready for transport.
Morgan could have cared less about picking out a tree and really just wanted to run out into the busy road, hence the monkey leash. Once we had decided on a tree it was straight back into the car with him while Pablo and his friend tied the tree to my car. :)
Funny story about this picture, when the flash went off Pablo's friend freaked out and thought it was the cops coming and he acted really reallly reallllllly too worried which worried me of why he would be worrying if the cops were coming. I guess that is somethin to ponder about next year.
TA-DA!!!
The pictures are all scrambled, but you get the point of the story I am sure. I love the last picture of my Mom gleefully standing by while our lovely Mexican X-mas tree man ties our tree on top of our car for us, oh and of course the one of her with Pablo's arm around her. HAHAHAH. That made me laugh so hard when he did that I could barely take the picture. :)
And this ends the story of how we got our tree. The tree which immediately started dying as soon as we got it into the house because it wouldn't drink any water. Oh well! It still looks great. :)
