Imagine, if you will, that the weather folks have been predicting a terrible storm is heading right for you. Imagine that you haven't picked out your Christmas tree let alone put it up. Imagine that you look outside and see that there's honest-to-goodness blue sky over the tree farm. Wouldn't you get out there?
Well, duh, yeah.
So we did. The same farm as always out by the North Fork. There were a couple of spots of snow on the ground, but hardly enough to really even be noticeable.
Lilly spent most of the time hiding from us in the trees. Sucks for her that she was wearing a bright red coat and kept repeating, "I hiding!"
Clara was the ultimate helper. She traipsed along with us and gave opinions on just about every tree including the two foot starts. ("That one is too small.")
Henry didn't sleep, but didn't fuss. Kind of like he was in a coma, but with his eyes open.
Even Nana and Papa behaved, though they played their usual game of:
Papa: "Let's get this five foot tree."
Nana: "Let's get this 25 foot tree."
Since our oven had caught fire the day before (yeah, really, but it's all good now) we brought lunch home before pushing the kids off for rest just as the snow really did start to fall. Nana and Papa escaped the coming blizzard so Amy and I just watched the flakes float down and wonder how long we could keep the kids in bed if they figured out what was happening outside.