Holidays, or lack thereof

Yesterday we had beef-barley soup for dinner (homemade by Andrew, and it was excellent), during the course of the day I cleaned the bathroom and did laundry, and our kids wore nice, but normal and not brand-new or particularly fancy, clothes to church. Oh, did I mention that yesterday was Easter Sunday? We're not traditionalists. Thanks to the fact Andrew's mom was visiting, Zarya did eat a chocolate rabbit and searched the living room for plastic eggs. And of course church was very resurrection-ish, which kind of saved the holiday for us.

At the end of the day, I commented to Andrew that I thought we should make a point of celebrating some holidays in addition to Christmas as our kids get older. He looked at me in surprise, saying, "But you're the one who always says we can just skip them!"

I said, "I know, I know, but I don't want our kids to grow up and feel like they needs to have a crazy celebration for things like St. Patrick's Day and Flag Day in over-reaction from our lack of noting holidays."

Andrew said, "Okay, which ones should we choose?"

After some consideration, I said, "Well, how about Easter, Independence Day, and Thanksgiving?"

Andrew said, "All of those? Are you sure? And both kids' birthdays? You have a history of skipping Thanksgiving, and now you want to add it and two others on top of it?"

I added, "Yes, and our birthdays, and anniversary, but we can combine those three if need be, since they are all in the summer. Oh, and Mother's Day."

To which he said, "And Father's Day."

"No, Mother's Day is enough. We can skip Father's Day. That's just too much."

"We'll see."

We're awful, I know. At least Jerod's birthday is close to Thanksgiving, so I can combine those and get a two-for-one holiday. I hope he likes pumpkin pie! But if he doesn't like turkey, then that means I'm off the hook for having to roast one, which could be handy.

At least we do Christmas well!