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Holiday Traditions

This was Sweet Pea's first Christmas. We got her a set of blocks and she got to taste a Christmas cookie. Her stocking wasn't finished in time for Christmas, but she didn't seem to mind. Now I am thinking about future holidays and imagining what traditions we will continue from our own childhoods and what we might decide to start new with our children. I definitely want to include some outdoor activities as part of our winter plans, and like the thought of decorating the tree and cooking together. What are your favorite family holiday traditions?

Here is a photo of Average and Sweet Pea at the ski lodge a few weeks ago.

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  1. I always loved going to get the Christmas tree at the Christmas tree farm, but I'm not sure if it's a responsible practice. I'd like to get a small live tree that we could have in the house year-round and just decorate for the holidays. The only other thing that was important (besides getting to see my cousins) was baking cookies. What are you doing about presents? Is it a problem in your family?

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