March of Dimes

The kids at Connor's school have been encouraged to raise money for the March of Dimes. They were each given a container, kind of the size of personal size milk carton to fill up. Connor and I filled his up and I explained to him that the money was for sick babies. And that we do this because we are so grateful that he only got sick a couple of times when he was a baby, and for just a little while. He is totally down with this. He is even more down with the fact that if he brings his carton back full, he gets to participate in the "Wonder Walk". Well, today was the big day! Connor returned his carton before the deadline and asked me all morning if I would do the wonder walk with him (such an honor!). Turns out it isn't so much of a walk, as an obstacle course (I am pooped) but anything to help the sick babies. First and foremost, you must apparently don a funny hat:
Then you participate in a tricycle track ride, crawl through tunnels, run back and forth with balls and put them in boxes, crawl up and down an obstacle course and run through a maze (that's right folks, you GET to do all this as part of your reward!) Finally, you get to get a tatoo! After filling his carton for sick babies and gamely running through the "wonder" walk (it's a wonder you survive) for a prize consisting of crackers, water and a free sundae at Artic Circle (the latter not being so bad a prize), my proudest mother's moment came when the "tatoo" artist asked Con what he wanted and he chose....sniff sniff.....a GUITAR!!! (He even asked for a green one, in honor of my bandmate's awesome green guitar.) I am completely stoked! He may look just like his dad, but I'm definitely in there somewhere! It was a great day, though. Good for you little man!