We don’t have a lot of traditions. I have never been too good at that. My family never had traditions while I was growing up. My husband isn’t really a hands on person so he doesn’t really do much with us anyway. So, it falls solely on me to try to figure this out and create traditions for my children.
I play Christmas music and we watch just about every Christmas movie ever made throughout the season. We go looking at lights and stop at Sonic for junk food supper afterwards. We do the elf thing. We only open one present on Christmas Eve. We bake cookies and decorate them together. Which is very hard for me because the kids make a mess and of course the cookies come out looking all crazy. They don’t care though. It is just fun for them.
This year, I thought we could try our hand at a gingerbread house. Apparently, one must have patience for building those things. You have yo wait for the icing to dry and harden a bit for it to really stick. As we mostly know, patience is not a strong suit in small children. Especially Preschool aged children. All thought of a beautifully crafted and decorated gingerbread house went out the window. We compromised though. We created a story for the rubble and added a dinosaur for fun! I think the kids loved this version more.
It sure is memorable.
I asked a few friends what their traditions are. They sure have great ideas. One person said their family does a scavenger hunt to find their gifts!
I would love any more suggestions.
What are your families holiday traditions? Even if you do not celebrate Christmas, I’d love to hear!
I am one of those ‘Christmas Obsessed’ types.
Like most stores, I start Christmas decorating around Halloween. You could say I follow a retail schedule when it comes to holiday decorating.
This drives my Autistic Turkey cray cray. He believes each holiday should have it’s due time. He has been fussing me since October twenty-seventh when my trees went up.
Mind you, I only had the trees up and not fully decorated or any other decor out until November first. I just can’t help myself. The glow of the lights just make me so happy. I mean, genuinely happy. The soft glow gives me a calm and puts joy in my heart.
Unfortunately, my poor big turkey does not feel the same. He is doing a little better now that it is finally December. He has made it known that when he is grown and on his own he will decorate for each holiday when it is the time and not before. He is still sad I did not really give any thought to Turkey Day decorating. I am sorry kid. I like having a tree and Christmas decor up for Thanksgiving.
Other than that he is handling the holidays very well this year. He is doing amazing in school. Usually by this time he is burnt out and starting to act out at school and his grades suffer. I guess Middle School is just his place.
Today is my day. The day I celebrate my age advancement. The day I celebrate myself. The day I celebrate when I graced the world with my presence.
I have always loved my birthday. It was the one day absolutely everything was about me. I loved that as a child. I loved the attention and of course cake and presents. Even as a young adult I still loved my day. It was my second favorite day if the entire year, only second to Christmas.
That is until I became a mom. My oldest was born just a little over a month before my birthday and I have never celebrated the same since. I also don’t love that I am getting older. The birthdays still in my twenties were a little more exciting than the ones that began my thirties. In my twenties, my friends and I still got together and went out. The last few years we haven’t.
I also spent a good part of the last few years depressed around my birthday. It has most likely been a mixture of feeling my age and all the stress of having young children. The stress itself keeps me on the borderline of having my depression rear it’s ugly head. I have also felt burnt out the past few years. I have been stuck in a rut and bored with the monotony of raising babies. I have spent nearly half my life as a mother. I began to lose myself in all this and in turn began to hate anything that reminded me of yesteryear. My birthday, a day to celebrate me, a day I once looked forward to six months out of the year, had become a day of sadness and despair.
I decided at the beginning of this year to be better. I want to be happier. I want to have more good days. I want to look on the bright side of things instead of living in that comfortable darkness I have called home for so long. I decided to embrace getting older and everything it means. Therfore, Isis have actually been excited about this year’s birthday. I didn’t have anything big planned but I knew I didn’t want to sulk about it this year. I guess my brighter self through this year has been noticeable. My best friend surprised me with a movie night for my birthday and my kids threw me a party. Well, the party was just us at home and they used things around the house to decorate but the thought really touched my heart. They were so excited about it and that I didn’t downplay my birthday this year like I have previously. I let them celebrate me and be happy about it.
And It has been a good day. He had a slight bump in the morning where things were looking rough but I tried my best to work calmly through it and not let it get to me and ruin my day. Normally, those bumps can throw off my entire day. Try as I might I can’t always pull myself up and out of that downward spiral. I’m glad today stayed as a good day.
So, Happy Birthday to me! The thirties aren’t as bad as they seem. Even though I am a third of the way to forty now.
We have actually had a relatively great summer together, the kids and I. Sure, they have fought and drove me crazy. I have lost my cool. There has been some yelling and crying. By me and the kids. But we survived.
I can tell it is the ending of summer vacation though. Everyone is stir crazy and tired of each other. The anxiety levels are up. We are all becoming short tempered with each other. We need a break from our summer break.
It is hard when you are mostly stuck inside with each other all day. It has been way too hot to really do much outside for long periods of time. We don’t have a pool or a good water hose to do any water play. The parks around here aren’t very shady. Our little city doesn’t offer much entertainment wise for families either. Normally they would have spent a good bit of the summer at their grandma’s house but she has a houseguest that is keeping the kids from being able to go over. They didn’t get to go swimming at their other grandma’s apartment complex because that pool has been broken all summer.
We did get that little prehistoric adventure and had a couple birthday parties sprinkled in over the last couple months. Overall though, it has been a slow, boring summer.
I wish there were more kids in our neighborhood and that neighbors were all friendly with each other out here. When I was growing up I knew and played with everyone down my street. I was surrounded my family and cousins though. Built in friends there. I feel bad we don’t know any of our neighbors down the road. Even so, Only one has any school age children. At least the bus only stops at one other house down the road besides out next door neighbor.
So they have me and they have each other. That is about it. So together we have been. Inside playing games and watching way too much television.
At least when school starts again they will get to see different faces every day.
Today, my mom and I, took the turkeys on a little adventure. We surprised them with a road trip. We didn’t tell them where we were going or why, just said to get dressed and get in the car.
The ride itself was relatively quick and completely painless. The kids read books and talked to each other. Only one asked how long until we got there. We only had to make one potty break. Oh! and no one hit each other! Did I mention, our trip was only an hour away?! Even so, and hour is an eternity for my crew but I think they were just excited for the change of scenery as we have been mostly stuck in the house as of late.
Do you want to know where we went? If the title doesn’t give you a hint… We surprised the kids with a trip to the Prehistoric Park. It is basically a zoo of dinosaurs if anyone doesn’t know! I wish I would have caught the expressions on their faces when we pulled up and saw the big old Brachiosaurus at the entrance!
We didn’t quite know what to expect and the place has mixed reviews but all kids love dinos so we chanced it. It is mostly statues of the dinosaurs with the stands that have their information. A roar and other dinosaur sounds can be heard throughout the park on the speakers. Miss Diva was a little frightened at first but she warmed up after a few dinos. It was really neat to see, first hand, just how big they would have been. You see on movies and shows them compared to people but it is a whole other experience to see their greatness up close. The boys were excited to see each dinosaur and just the experience in general. Of course, K spouted off all of his extensive dinosaur knowledge for us and the other guests. He also got a kick out of the little random jokes that were posted. I do believe their favorite part was the gift shop though! Toward the end there were some animatronic dinosaurs that moved. That was pretty cool!
After we finished with the gift shop we enjoyed the little park area and fossil dig for a while. We did lunch at Piccadilly and stopped off at a small Alligator sanctuary on the way home.
Overall it was a great day. I was pleasantly surprised because I tend to overthink our outings and end up stressing the whole time. I managed to stay calm and actually enjoyed myself today which we all needed. A fun day, doing family stuff, and enjoying it!
I almost forgot! We got to see and hold an actual Mosasaurus fossil!