Christmas Traditions

It's no secret that I love traditions. My husband on the other hand does not. This may be because he doesn't have many, aside from food related ones. Which might explain his affinity to BBQ chicken, well lets be honest, anything meat related!

This little fact sometimes puts a damper on my over the top excitement for trudging through the deep snow to find the perfect tree in well - 20 weather (the sun was shining so it seemed warmer). I believe he secretly loves it. He has continued to do it even though every year he puts up a fuss.

I want to continue this tradition. Even though I wasn't always overly enthusiastic to find the perfect tree that took way longer than a 12 year old deemed necessary only to bring it home to be teased by friends for having an ugly Charlie Brown tree. Despite this, I have fond memories. I want Mateo and future siblings to have their own. Even if it includes them building a quinzee and protesting the tree hunt. (My mother reminded me of this stunt this weekend). So the tradition continues.

Mateo had his first experience this weekend. To say that he thoroughly enjoyed it would be a lie. Mostly because Mateo hates being put in his snow suit. So for the first 10 minutes he was unimpressed but then he cheered up and I think for a 5 month old her did enjoy it! I mean who doesn't love being out in the snow, snuggled in tightly to the love of their life? That's right, no one! So based on that I believe he loved his first Christmas tree expedition.