Tradition dictates that we cut down our own wild Christmas tree up in the mountains. We have done this as long as I can remember and I just can't imagine it any other way. Some people thought we were a little crazy for taking our little ones up there, but it's always a lot of fun. The first weekend of December we headed up to Winter Park to find the perfect tree. We were lucky and had really mild weather and not a ton of snow- no snowshoes this year. Zach wasted no time in wallowing in the snow. He did lots of snow swimming this trip.

Austin was happy to get out of the carseat and crawl around in the back of the car.

For the tree search I carried him in my wrap, to keep him close and warm.

This is the emergency shovel we keep in the car, but Zach thinks it's his, since it small.


We got to try out an early Christmas present made by Grandad Cal. Zach was excited. No big hills this time, just getting drug on the road. Still fun!

Pretty nice, huh? I love the snowflake.

A little blurry- me trying to take a picture and not let him fall out of the car!

No sledding for Austin, but some sled pictures, of course. He was pretty curious about the snow.
We really haven't had much yet at our house this winter.