Traditiooooooonnnnnnnn! Tradition! I can’t say that word without thinking of Fiddler on the Roof. Sorry. It’s one of those inevitable mental chain-reactions for me. I think “tradition”, which spurs me to mentally sing the word, and then before I know it I find myself spending the day warding off dramatic renditions of “If I were a rich man….yaba-daba-daba-daba-daba-daba….” See? I get carried away.

…all day long i’d deedle-deedle-dum…

…if I were a wealthy MAAAAAN!!!…

Great. Guess what I’ll be humming all day?

See, you aren’t my children. You have no idea how this works. Given my strong propensity to burst out into broadway-style song and dance with the broom for their entertainment; I’m certain that if they find me mildly annoying now, I will certainly be prompting eye-rolls from my teenagers. Violet will actually tell me to stop. “Stop Mom! Yuuuucky song!”


My whole purpose for blogging this morning was to ask what your holiday traditions are. AJ and I are trying to figure out how to celebrate this season now that Violet is old enough to understand a lot.

Therefore, I am going to make a poll with a bunch of traditions and I want you to vote on the ones you do. I ran out of ideas. Please answer “Other” as well.