Showing posts with label walking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label walking. Show all posts

Friday, October 29, 2010

Grandpa's Birthday

We spent almost the entirety of Grandpa's birthday at the kids' school...walking and walking and walking. But that didn't mean we didn't have a little celebrating to do too. Of course, we'd already taken Grandpa to the baseball playoffs with us and that was a pretty nice little present. But I thought it would be equally as nice to save him from canned cream cheese frosting. Really? Duncan Hines makes something sort of resembling cream cheese frosting? I looked at the ingredients. Didn't recognize anything. So I purchased...some cream cheese. Gram had been kind enough to bake a cake for me to frost.Yum. It was still a nice little evening, with super tired kids and good cake. Hope there are lots more of these to come!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Walk-a-Thon!

I'm waaaay behind on the blogging. I'm going to blame that on having one giant tangle of a mid-life crisis. More on that later...well, maybe. No need to bore you all to tears.

This year is the first time Smunch has had the privilege of participating in a major school fundraiser...the Walk-a-thon! It's one of those things where you're supposed to go get sponsored by all your neighbors and family members. You're supposed to get your parents to hit up their co-workers. That sort of thing. I've always hated that sort of thing. And considering they asked each parent for $800 per student for the "educational foundation", it gets kind of annoying that we're hit up for other bits of money over and over again. So, Smunch was sponsored by my parents, Daddy's parents and, well, us.

Although it had been threatening to rain, just the day before, it turned out to be a beautiful day and the turn out was good. More than anything, it was fun to feel like we were part of the community.


Even Mam walked about four laps before collapsing.

It turned out that kindergarteners earned a 'gold medal' for doing 25 laps, so we encouraged Smunch to make it for that long. Daddy walked the whole way with him. Water bottle in hand and hat on head, he went round and round and round and round... You get the picture.

I'm not sure we did Smunch a big favor by getting him to go for the gold medal. He was tired at 20 laps. By the time he earned his gold medal, I'm really not sure he cared anymore!