I’m getting soft in my old age.
Earlier this week, I was spouting off about things being hard and today it’s the total opposite. Hard, soft, limp, firm…hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think I wasn’t getting any… oh wait.
Damn kids; or singular, but who’s counting.
Aside from shattering my monkey loving fantasies while simultaneously exhausting me, this baby business is making me all sentimental and sloppy. It could also be the raging hormones too, but whatever.
In any event, I’ve been doing an awful lot of thinking lately, always a dangerous proposition, specifically about traditions. Ya know, those things you do year in and year out or even weekly because tradition makes it so.
I can’t even believe I’m saying this (hello sappy), but I want to take some of the traditions my family has given me and share them with the wee lass.
For example (cue mushy music):
Friday Night Pizza: this one needs no explanation.
Sunday Morning Donuts: what can I say? I have a thing for tasty food.
The Sound of Music: every Christmas, I watch this movie with my mother. I’m hoping to bring Ave into the fold and show her a few of my favorite things, pun intended.
Speaking of the holidays, decorating the tree with a side of spiked cocoa is my happy place, and I love the idea of frosting sugar cookies annually. Granted I realize it’ll likely be a hot mess for Ave’s first few…or even ten years, and yet I’m looking forward to it.
Dance parties! Obviously.
I’m digging the fact I’ll have a permanent berry picking companion (the Hubby isn’t exactly a fan). More hands equals more fruit, right? Don’t take this from me.
Book Club: back in the day, my family would gather in the living room once a week, fireside if the weather was appropriate, and all read books together. It was lovely and helped me become the happy bookworm that I am today.
Last but not least, I’d like to do a weekly family movie night with popcorn of course, the kind you make on the stove, although I fully intend to make sure the movies we watch are way more child appropriate than the flicks my brothers and I were exposed to…hello Secretary. It was friendly, real friendly in fact, just not family friendly.
What are some of your favorite family traditions?