Today we had the Dutch Festival at the school where my mom went, I went, and now my kids go to. My grandparent’s helped start the school many, many years ago and have been an integral part in it’s growth over the years. Madyson even has the same first grade teacher I had. . .she is one of the BEST teachers out there hands down.
One of the great traditions of the school is the Dutch Festival. It is a day filled with Klompen dancing, stroopwafels, oliebollen, and many more yummy Dutch treats. My dad is the auctioneer for the Live Auction and has done that every Festival as long as I can remember. There is also a ton of great games for the kids and over the years, the games have become pretty darn cool! My grandparent’s even get dressed up in their Dutch attire complete with Klompen shoes and sit on the stage in their pretend Dutch house! 
It’s a great way to remember where I came from and it makes me remember the sacrifices my grandparent’s made to give us the life we have now. We are truly blessed and I am proud to be a part of that heritage!
Here’s one pic from the day of Madyson conquering the rock wall and loving every minute of it!
I can always hear the girls at school calling “BYE BRAYDEN! BYE BRAYDEN!” when I come to pick him up. I have a feeling I’m going to be one of those mom’s who has a bazillion girls calling to talk to him one day.
I have to say that I am pretty sad about this. We are done having kids and now I will never have another “baby” in the house. Instead my baby will turn into a 2 year old wild man. Granted, he’s been preparing me for that this last few months, but it still makes me sad that he will be two. 