“Watch out!!” “Come on!” These were the words of a very excited almost-two-year-old as she ran around the farm checking out the trees and livestock during our hunt for the perfect Christmas tree. What she really wanted though was daddy’s saw! This year we went to a farm that allows you to chop down your own tree. We had the option of buying a beautiful, pre-cut one, but of course we went for the more authentic experience, which was quite interesting with two kids in tow. Theo slept in the Solly for much of the afternoon. That is, until he woke up screaming for milk while we were waiting for the tractor to pick us up with our tree. So there I was sitting on a pile of hay on a bumpy tractor full of families trying (and failing) to discreetly nurse my starving child under a blanket. It was lovely. I think I flashed the whole farm at one point. When you gotta eat, you gotta eat, am I right? Oh, and the blanket had Christmas trees on it and so did Theo’s pants. Yes, I am so that mom. Anyway. Isla tried to run away into the wilderness about 50 times and rather than chase her with a baby wrapped to my chest I decided to take her picture as she disappeared into the horizon. She also kept pointing at trees and looking underneath them, as if there was some secret in the trunks that would tell her which one was just right. In the end, we took home a beauty … and then discovered it was lopsided and a little too tall for our ceiling. In other words, it’s perfect. And so was our day.