Two weeks ago, we spent the morning trekking through mud and muck to find a Christmas tree. It was our first morning in New York, and I couldn’t think of a better way to start our visit than with a family outing full of slips and spills, group decision (ack!), fresh country air, and cold cheeks. William cried most of the time, but the rest of us loved it.
(And probably my favorite picture of all is the one where Jameson is following his Papa. He shadows him everywhere and likes to know exactly where Papa is at all times. So cute.)