No blog would be complete with a little Dutch girl's first Tulip Time.
Now, I admit, I beat myself up quite regularly for the fact that I waited three years before taking Jaina to a Tulip Time. But honestly, things kept coming up (Primarily, some relative of Mike's got married for the last three years, to be exact), and this year, I said "Who care? We are GOING TO PELLA for TULIP TIME!" And lucky for us, no one got married. Lucky for us? More accurately, lucky for Grandma and Mom. Dad (Mike) had to sit through the bloody thing, and Jaina had to wear a horribly uncomfortable dress. But I feel accomplished. I have walked my baby through the Baby parade. And now wonder what particular brand of crack I was smoking......
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