I was thinking my family didn't really have any traditions, but as I'm reading them I'm reminded of several.
My dad always makes Sunday brunch. Eggs to order.
Easter rarely involved egg hunts, but our baskets were always hidden. And in my entire life I've only missed Easter Vigil mass once.
On July 4 we never missed the fireworks shows, and we dressed exclusively in red, white, and blue.
I don't know if this really counts as a tradition, but one of my mom's nativity sets has a baby Jesus that can be removed from his manger. My brother always steals Jesus and replaces him with something (hot wheels car, plastic army man, stuffed animal, etc). My mom gets mad, tracks down Jesus (who can usually be found wherever his replacement item came from), and restores order to the nativity set. Then, of course, the whole thing starts over again.
Our 10th birthdays were the fancy dinner birthday. We could pick any restaurant we wanted and go with just our parents. Now, my mom always calls on our birthdays and sings. A few times she's had her classes sing to me too!
DH and I have a thing where a touch with the index and middle fingers together symbolizes a kiss. That started when we were both temping in this call center one summer and couldn't really stop and talk to each other, so as one of us walked by the other, we'd do that. It totally stuck.
My dad always makes Sunday brunch. Eggs to order.
Easter rarely involved egg hunts, but our baskets were always hidden. And in my entire life I've only missed Easter Vigil mass once.
On July 4 we never missed the fireworks shows, and we dressed exclusively in red, white, and blue.
I don't know if this really counts as a tradition, but one of my mom's nativity sets has a baby Jesus that can be removed from his manger. My brother always steals Jesus and replaces him with something (hot wheels car, plastic army man, stuffed animal, etc). My mom gets mad, tracks down Jesus (who can usually be found wherever his replacement item came from), and restores order to the nativity set. Then, of course, the whole thing starts over again.
Our 10th birthdays were the fancy dinner birthday. We could pick any restaurant we wanted and go with just our parents. Now, my mom always calls on our birthdays and sings. A few times she's had her classes sing to me too!
DH and I have a thing where a touch with the index and middle fingers together symbolizes a kiss. That started when we were both temping in this call center one summer and couldn't really stop and talk to each other, so as one of us walked by the other, we'd do that. It totally stuck.
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