While my parents were in New York, we took a trip up there to put up my mom's GINORMOUS Christmas tree. It was late and cold when we got there. We're valley people now, we didn't pack warm enough!!! We got Cole in bed and went and found the ladder that is usually on the side of the house. I finally found it down in the chicken coop. Nice storage place I guess? We got a space cleared out in the garage so we could put the ladder up. Cody climbed in the attic and we got the tree down...light as a feather (sarcasm). We close up the attic and take the ladder back out of the garage. We get the tree in the house and get it set up but I remember it being about 3 feet taller. hmm...thats odd. Cody refused to get up in the attic and get the bottom part of the tree until he realized that I was not going to give up on asking him. We go outside and start the process all over again. We found the last 3 feet of the tree and take it inside and finally get it put up. Thoughts of, "I would've much rather decorated a 6 foot tree than a 9 foot tree." or "Why the hell am I doing this again?" or may or may not have crossed my mind. Well about 1 in the morning I was pretty much done so I went to bed. The next day I wasn't satisfied with what it looked like so I went and bought about 75 more ornaments and hung those. I was done decorating.