Tradition...TRADITION!

Every time I think of the word 'tradition' my mind goes back to a time where Kyle and I must have seen the play Fiddler on the Roof. Then again maybe we just watched the movie... Anyway, Kyle had the song "Tradition" from that movie in his head for the next week. Actually it was just the chorus he had in his head and the chorus consisted of the word 'tradition' sung over and over. He'd sing it with an accent, too. "Tda-dee-tion." I found it on YouTube if you want to hear it. But I must warn you, if you have a habit of easily getting songs in your head, opt out. It's for your own good.

Needless to say, I'm scarred when it comes to the word 'tradition'.

Yet, I think there's something good about traditions, like family traditions. Granted, it can go overboard, but I love thinking back and remembering traditions my family had growing up.
Most Sunday nights when I was a little girl were spent at my Grandma's house. The families from my mom's side would all gather together, bringing a dish or two of goodies to share with everyone else. The cousins ran to the basement and started playing with the toys Grandma had down there, usually sprawled out from the last Sunday we were there. As I got older, "the cousins" started to be just me, my brother, and another boy a couple years younger than Chad. Instead of going downstairs, we would grab a plate of food, run to my Grandma's bed, duck under the covers, eat our food and watch cable all night.

I also remembered camping as a kid. My mom would take me, my brother and sister on bike rides, hikes, and on trips to the beach to go swimming and build sandcastles. Sometimes I'd just tag along with my dad and go fishing. Later when we got our ski boat, we skiied and kneeboarded most of the afternoons.

I asked Kyle about a family tradition he remembered. One he remembered was on Sunday mornings when his mom made a tube of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. He and his brothers got to eat two rolls and fought over who got the middle one. His parents each got one. The tradition later changed to sharing a coffee cake from the local Dutch bakery.

Yesterday we had an outing that I would love to make into our own family tradition. We picked up a $5 pizza from Hy-Vee (which are really good, I might add) and headed out to a park to eat it by a picnic table, overlooking a lake. Afterward, we threw some of our crust pieces to the ducks. Here are some pictures from yesterday.
Do you have any good family traditions?