On the way home from church on Saturday evening, somehow we got on the topic of Easter and the Easter Bunny.
John said to Johnny, "The Easter Bunny will bring you a basket filled with goodies."
I said, "Some candy--a little bit of candy--and then maybe some toys or stickers."
John: "No, LOTS of candy. Like twenty-seven Reese's cups. And he hides the basket in the house and you have to find it."
Me: "No, he doesn't! He thumps on the door with his big back foot and then runs off before you get there!"
Obviously, the traditions I grew up with are different than those my husband grew up with. As we walked (because gas is supposed to be 4 bucks a gallon by summer, so save your pennies while you can!), the conversation quickly spiraled into the kind that is so ridiculous that you wonder why you continue to talk, but can't seem to stop.
John: "Why can't he hide the basket? That's more fun."
Me: "Where in our house would you hide an Easter basket? And I'm a little uncomfortable with the idea of Home Invasion, Rabbit Style, anyway. Besides, like the Easter bunny has time to hide baskets when he has so many to deliver."
John: "Yeah, since the tradition of a rabbit that brings you candy is so true."
Clearly, we have some tradition-blending to do.
During Christmas, we have adopted my family's tradition of celebrating Christmas Eve as it is done in Poland. We also buy each child an ornament so that when they leave home, they will have a small collection to take with them.
The lights on our Christmas tree blink because John's mother would never let him have a blinking tree when he was growing up. His first Christmas in his new house, he got a tree, decorated it, and set the lights to blink. The angel that tops our tree is one that my husband remembers from his childhood.
This past Christmas, while we debated over whether we should tell the kids that Santa brings all the gifts (his version) or just one or two gifts (my version), we also started our own tradition when we chopped down a fresh tree.
This year will be the first year that we've really mentioned the Easter Bunny to Johnny. I'm hoping to make some Pisanki, or Polish Easter eggs, with him, and I'm also planning on continuing my family's tradition of making one hideously ugly dyed egg to put on the table with Easter Dinner.
How do you handle different family traditions? What are some of your favorites?
John said to Johnny, "The Easter Bunny will bring you a basket filled with goodies."
I said, "Some candy--a little bit of candy--and then maybe some toys or stickers."
John: "No, LOTS of candy. Like twenty-seven Reese's cups. And he hides the basket in the house and you have to find it."
Me: "No, he doesn't! He thumps on the door with his big back foot and then runs off before you get there!"
Obviously, the traditions I grew up with are different than those my husband grew up with. As we walked (because gas is supposed to be 4 bucks a gallon by summer, so save your pennies while you can!), the conversation quickly spiraled into the kind that is so ridiculous that you wonder why you continue to talk, but can't seem to stop.
John: "Why can't he hide the basket? That's more fun."
Me: "Where in our house would you hide an Easter basket? And I'm a little uncomfortable with the idea of Home Invasion, Rabbit Style, anyway. Besides, like the Easter bunny has time to hide baskets when he has so many to deliver."
John: "Yeah, since the tradition of a rabbit that brings you candy is so true."
Clearly, we have some tradition-blending to do.
During Christmas, we have adopted my family's tradition of celebrating Christmas Eve as it is done in Poland. We also buy each child an ornament so that when they leave home, they will have a small collection to take with them.
The lights on our Christmas tree blink because John's mother would never let him have a blinking tree when he was growing up. His first Christmas in his new house, he got a tree, decorated it, and set the lights to blink. The angel that tops our tree is one that my husband remembers from his childhood.
This past Christmas, while we debated over whether we should tell the kids that Santa brings all the gifts (his version) or just one or two gifts (my version), we also started our own tradition when we chopped down a fresh tree.
This year will be the first year that we've really mentioned the Easter Bunny to Johnny. I'm hoping to make some Pisanki, or Polish Easter eggs, with him, and I'm also planning on continuing my family's tradition of making one hideously ugly dyed egg to put on the table with Easter Dinner.
How do you handle different family traditions? What are some of your favorites?
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in france bells bring the children treats on easter. and in all the chocolat shops they have huge (well, pretty big) chocolat fishes and chickens and stuff like that. you think the easter bunny is strange? try inanimate objects. :)
We manage to blend ours together, but, then, most of his family's traditions are similar to mine.
The few that aren't though, on his side, are more non-existant than anything. I assume, with 5 children (and my Sweetie is the youngest), his mom was plenty tired when it came to the Bunny!
LOL.
We also make up some of our own--which gives me an idea...
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