October 9, 2012 in blog posts
I thought it would be so fun to make a Thanksgiving tree for our family.
(Picture below taken from Skip To My Lou. <- click to view tutorial)
You fill a vase with branches, and each day everyone in the family writes down what they are thankful for and hang it on the tree. We could all use a reminder of how much we have to be grateful for, so I was excited to do it.
We live so close to many canyons filled with beautiful, fall-colored leaves. I called my friend Ange and presented her with my brilliant idea: our families should go up the canyon, roast hot dogs, have watermelon and smores and let the kids run wild and find sticks for our Thanksgiving trees. We loaded up our cars, packed our food and sweatshirts and headed up the canyon.We arrived safely and quickly got the fire started and sent the kids to get sticks for our project. The kids found lots of great sticks and we piled them up nicely behind the fire pit. We were happily roasting hot dogs until we heard Ange’s son, Jack, crying. He had burned his hand while roasting his hot dog… poor guy.
As I was trying to hold Ange’s hot dogs while she helped Jack, all of a sudden I hear Anderson SCREAMING. Murder-style.
Justin and I stop what we’re doing and run to the scene of a pretty bloody face. Poor Anderson had a large scrape on his cute little face. The crying did go on a little longer than one would hope… but he is really cute so all was forgiven.
Soon all the kids were happy again and playing. Anderson and Jack realized it was possible to have fun despite their battle scars. It started getting late and cold, and it was a school night, we decided it was time to pack up. Let’s face it: a campfire means five showers and a load of laundry for Ange and I and our combined 7 children.
We all walked to the car carrying children, camp chairs and coolers. We left the sticks behind, because we figured it would be easiest to buckle our kids in there carseats, leave our husbands at the car and Ange and I would go back and get the sticks.
We returned back to our campfire to find that our stick were gone… and burning in the fire the next campsite over. Two injuries and 7 messy kids later, we had no sticks to show for our trip up the canyon. Hey, all that matters is our good intentions… right? Please say yes.
The next day when my children asked when we were going to make our Thanksgiving trees, I assured them that we will do it in time for November.
Anybody have a tree you need cut down?