One of my very favorite family traditions is heading up to the mountains on Thanksgiving morning to cut down our Christmas tree. This year was especially interesting because the snow was soooooo deep (above my knees). Thankfully, Brian’s family came prepared with enough snow shoes for almost everyone in the group. But even with snow shoes on it was still really tricky to maneuver around in the snow and i sort of thought i miiiiight go into labor when i had to carry finley back to the car. As usual, we had a great time and we have LOTS of pictures to prove it (it’s bound to happen when Brian’s mom and I get together). And now, let me introduce you to what many of you wait for all year long…..
Brian, in his onesie snowsuit. Try not to be afraid.
Grandma had to make the trek without snowshoes!
If only there was a way to photoshop finley’s whiny face into a smiling face…it could’ve been a Christmas card option!
as a matter of fact, i DO wait all year to see brian in his onesie! nothing makes me happier.ps. really REALLY cute pics.