pizzelles and other musings

So, I was going back through Erin's blog trying to find the picture of her "baby bump." I came across a post titled "Afghans." I immediately knew what it would be about. I stopped my scrolling to read it and then proceeded to read it out loud to John. (He was busy playing with the boys.) I have told him many times about my attachment to my "Grandma blanket" and how the original will always be my favorite. He's always responded with a look that says "Ok, I think you're crazy, but if you insist, the blanket can go on the back or the couch, even though it doesn't match any of the decor that you obsessed over for weeks. Whatever." I think he gets it now. Or more accurately, I'm redeemed in my craziness, for there are 7 of us out there as attached to our Grandma blankets as I.

I was amazed as I read that post and others on both her's and Stacey's blogs, at how similar our childhoods must have been. Many of the traditions Matt and I grew up with were the same ones that Stacey, Julie and Erin were participating in on the other side of the Atlantic. And 13 years later, the Snyder family carried on as well.

They are traditions we are passing onto another generation.

So I guess that means that Mom, you had better start knitting:-)