We normally go to Hidden Pond every year to cut down our tree. And when I say “cut down” I mean, we walk through the field, pick our tree and then an employee comes, cuts it down, hauls it to our car, loads it onto our car and ties it onto our car for us. All the while, we sit next to the warm campfire and toast marshmallows and drink hot chocolate. But some friends of ours told us Hidden Pond was sold out of trees to cut down. So they recommended Downers Farm as a good alternative with lots of pretty trees. What we didn’t know was that it was completely self-service. You lay on the cold, wet, muddy ground, you cut your tree, you haul it through the field without any gloves on, you put it on your car and you tie it down. *Someone* was not very happy with me….
And then we made the kids stand on the grassy shoulder so we could prevent them from running into the middle of the road while Dada and I tied the tree to the car. That wasn’t really working so we opened up the back of my car and made them stand in the back trunk area. What we didn’t realize is that while they were running up and down they grassy shoulder, they had stepped in dog poop and were now tracking it all over the back of my SUV. When Dada and I leaned into the car to tie the rope we kept getting whiffs of poop. We thought that maybe R had pooped in his diaper. When we finally were finished and went to put the kids in their seats, we realized what had happened to so we had to strip them down for the ride home and then take my car immediately to the car wash.
(last one, iPhone shot)
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