We have had a really fun winter so far. It had been unseasonably warm until just recently and then it got really cold. (Is this familiar to you?) When I was little we lived near the mountains and forests. At Christmas time we would go out in the woods and pick out a tree on snowmobiles, or just on foot. I miss that tradition. In Kansas there are no mountains, and no forests, so we went to a Christmas tree farm to get as close to the experience as possible. Lucas got to pick between two trees that Mom and Dad liked.

Then Dad chopped it down.

Then we carried it home and put it up.
It snowed the other day and after it had a chance to thaw a little it was sticky enough to make a snowman, so Lucas and I headed out and made a little snowman with what snow was left. He really relished the experience, and hunted for more snow so we could make anther. At that point it we were cold enough we went inside to warm up, but Lucas cried because he wanted to find more snow and make yet another. Cute Kid.


Grandma Brailsford and Aunt Lizzie came for a visit, and Lucas was almost stimulated out of his socks. He had a hard time holding still, and we all loved having them for a visit. Lucas got pretty spoiled, but that is o.k. because Grandmas don't have to raise grandchildren, just enjoy them. Moms and Dads are the ones who have to make sure behavior is good. It was really fun to have them here, and we were all sad when they left.

Making a Gingerbread house

Eating gingerbread house, I can't figure out which one he enjoyed more.