Last weekend we went to the River Run for Orphans. The event has been going on in our town for several years now. Over the last three years it has doubled each year - both in size and in monies raised for various orphanages and children's charities around the world. We had to move the event from the actual river trail to the college campus because of the number of people who signed up to run. What a great problem to have! This year there was $50,000.00 raised by race participants. Not a bad improvement over the $20k from last year, especially considering the economic times.
I, being Great With Child, did not participate in the run this year. I thought about walking it but realized that since my whole family was running I would end up having to walk while pushing Norah in her stroller. Norah is two. She is as she says, "Geddin' bigger". She no longer wishes to be confined to the stroller. Long story short, it was easier to just take her to the kid's play area and let her run amok. Since the amok-running was taking place throughout the race, I also did not get many photos of the actual event. So, here's the best picture I got of Mark:
What? You don't see him? Oh, fine...
How about now? Man, it's a good thing I have a good zoom on my camera.
As far as Norah's activities go, well if you saw her happy face on Wednesday's post, you know that she was enjoying herself. If you were observant enough to see the bounce house behind her head and to the left... you know where she spent most of her time. Other highlights included:
Eating popcorn.
Getting said popcorn stuck in her teeth.
Getting a rockin' Dora tattoo. Norah also learned what the words "tattoo" and "temporary" meant.
Meeting up with her BFF, Ellie was another highlight.
As was helping Ellie paint a lovely ceramic snail.
Which turned out to be quite colorful (if not a little over painted) in the end.
Norah learned one more new word at the race that day. See, she's potty training, and the closest place in which to relieve herself was a porta-potty. When she asked me, "Mommy, what is 'porta-potty' mean?" The best response I could think up was, "It means, 'Don't breathe through your nose.'" Of course, Norah thought the porta-potty was fabulous! So much so that she sat in one at least five times and actually went potty in one twice. Despite her enthusiasm, I'd still rather she use the regular potty. It just doesn't seem like a good idea for a preggo like me to be holding her breath that many times a day. Still, we had zero accidents on Saturday so... maybe the porta-potty is ok in my book. But only under special circumstances.
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