The first year we lived in our house we cut down a small pine tree that was in our yard that we didn't like. My little guy was 2 1/2 back then. The following year all he did was talk about going out to the yard and cutting down another tree. It was cute and sad as we didn't have any more little pine trees to cut. We knew that we would just have to start going to the tree farm. Now I am so happy that we have this as a tradition as it is fun, natural, and I don't have to store a artificial tree all year in my small house.
Grandma and Papa came to visit for Thanksgiving. We got to bring them to the farm to help us pick out our tree.