I'm a die-hard real Christmas tree kinda gal. So off we went to the local tree farm to chop down our Christmas tree! Luckily they had warm apple cider ready for us. And by "warm" I mean numb-your-mouth hot.
I love when Kent doesn't shave. I think he loves when he doesn't have to shave, too.
"Taylor, don't go in the mud!"
"This mud, Mom?"