hunting for a tree. christmas part II.

the old evening whitfill nursery tree hunting tradition. 

one of my favortie things....

the warm fire, the endless cookies, the anticipation of a tree, 

the smell of fresh pine, and all the happy faces. 

simple but wonderful.

decorate.christmas part I.

 rolling out sugar cookies.

 full of determination.

 being the messiest, i resorted to letting her wear my apron dress, as she manages to get it EVERYWHERE, mostly on the sleeves and in her hair. 

 "why did dad give me this sharp knife to spread....and what am i doing?"

 notice the uber sprinkled green star by dec

taking it very seriously as always. no really.