A sure sign we made it home for the holidays is when the cost of a Christmas tree goes from $50 in a Whole Foods parking lot, to $5 for the one we cut down in the woods on a family-friend's farm. I have to admit, I am starting to get a little anxious to send my kids outside to play in t-shirts on a not so cold California winters day again, but there is just something about the smell of cold, reading Christmas books by the fire, and the quiet of Oregon, this place that stole my heart 20 years ago, that makes our family feel at ease. How lucky am I that I get to call both places home?!
Merry Christmas!
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| What a goof ball |
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| Getting ready for some serious tree climbing action |
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| Spending most of the day chasing the baby chicks |
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| Frankie with his "ol' , old Chvch" (his words, not mine :-) |
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| Elena sitting snug with Chupi on a bumpy truck ride |
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| Exploring the winter vegetation |
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| Viles sibs (Minus Carson who is probably chasing after Frank) |
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| Making sure the tree doesn't go flying out of the truck |
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| More baby chick watching |
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| With Uncle Carson. And yes ladies, he's single. Man he's gonna kill me... |
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| Those are some pretty darn cute chickies |
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| Man those cheeks just kill me! |
Dede getting some Auntie loves
