Looks like Chuck Palahniuk fans are the target market for loving babies

I don’t talk much about my son on this blog. Mostly because I am disappointed in him. I mean, damn, he’s two…get a fucking job!

I jest. But you know what isn’t funny? Premature birth (see what I did there? I zig and I zag).

My son was born 6 weeks early, which in the grand scheme of premature births isn’t quite the devastation that many new parents suffer. Jameson is perfect now, despite his early birth, thanks in part to the medical advances encouraged by donations to the March of Dimes March for Babies organization.

I try to keep my pleading posts to a minimum here at my blog, but this time of year brings out the beggar in me.

My wife has set up her annual fundraising micro-site at the March for Babies website with the goal of raising a meager $300 for the March for Babies. Of course witnessing this tiny goal grow and develop beyond the arbitrary $300 target would be both heartwarming and fitting to the grand goal of seeing tiny things mature beyond their expectancy.

Please, consider donating a few dollars over at my wife’s donation page. If not for the babies, do it for me; if she doesn’t meet her goal I’ll be the one to have to wipe away her tears (are those heartstrings about to snap yet?).

Below, see proof that your money does great things. If it wasn’t for March of Dimes, I wouldn’t have this super cute Homework Cat kid (click here to read why we call Jameson a Homework Cat):