Hunters and Gatherers

The boys and I needed to get a Christmas tree, and they didn't have school this Friday, so I planned an outing to a farm where we could choose and cut our own tree. We drove out after stopping by the post office where we mailed letters to Santa.

Cassius has little interest in small talk with Santa

I can't rotate this photo, but there are some plot twists in this letter that are impressive.

Then it was a drive through the sun to a farm. We listened to Henry Huggins all the way there. Upon arrival, I took a saw in one hand, Cassius's cold little hand in my other hand, and Maceo pulled the hand cart out into the fields. We searched among the pines until we found a likely victim. Then, we (mostly me, but both boys tried) cut it down and did the ceremonial successful hunting dance Loewens have done for millenia.

Cassius dancing furiously.

You can't hear their victorious cries, but they were magnificent.

Ascending to the Throne of Victory

   

(Cassius jumped, too, but I messed up filming it. I'll leave it to your imaginations!)

We got home and two of the boys' buddies in the neighborhood walked over for a playdate.

Chaos ensued.