Look familiar? Round about this time last year, Pete was in China, and I took the kids to the Balloon Festival with my parents. This blog is officially repetitive and boring.
But a quick review: Tigard Festival of Balloons = Portlanders pretending it's summer while dodging raindrops, getting ripped off carnival-style, and seeing zero hot air balloons anytime after 6am. Still, it's just another example of how you can take an event that Pete and I would avoid like the plague under normal circumstances, throw our munchkins into the mix, and somehow it's all worth it.