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Giant’s Head Run Recap


It’s become an annual tradition for our family to take part in the Giant’s Head Run, a 5.4 km race that weaves through Summerland, as part of the Action Fest festivities.  My dad drove from the prairies for two whole days just so he could come and kick ALL OF THE BUTTS. He is 60 years old and got third OVERALL (out of over 500 entrants) and gold in his age group (aka: the really old guys).


This is us at the beginning of the race. It was hot that day. Like, a humid 33 degrees Celsius. I hadn’t trained in conditions like that so was pretty much a sweltering mess for the race. I really wanted to break the 30 minute mark but instead ran the race in 32:08 and there are parts of the race I don’t really remember. Also, when I crossed the finish line, something happened. Like, I’m not going to say with 100% certainty that I peed my pants, but it was weird. You know you gave it your all when you collapse in your own mysterious bodily fluids!


This is me a few steps from the finish line. I got 12th in my age group.


Here’s Dad getting his gold medal.


And this year, my mom partook in the race!! Her first one! Nailed it!


Three’s (Fantastic) Company

Sometimes I see families who have two children and I think, “My, that looks awfully civilized. One parent per child. Nice and manageable.”

Three kids is a wild ride, there’s no denying it. It’s triple the chaos, but also triple the wonderful. I am so glad we just kind of took the plunge and Brinley showed up, otherwise we would have missed out on moments like these:


She wore this to school. Not kidding.


Two thumbs up at the dentist. One for each cavity!


And she’s decided she wants to grow out her bangs. So. There’s this neat ponytail going on now.


Mommas’ Day

I love this photo. It was taken at Agribition in the 80s and something freaked me out (probably a rabid goat or something) and I jumped into my momma’s arms. I just couldn’t deal, so she scooped me up, comforted me and kept me safe. She’s still doing this for me. Hopping on a plane when I need help picking up the pieces of life, telling me it’s OK and that I’m doing a good job.


Happy Mother’s Day to you, Momma. For giving your all and more. I am so thankful for you.

And then there are the girls who made me a momma, all three of them. So little of motherhood is easy, but it is still so very good.


Steve + Amanda Family 2014 (8)

And to the Mother-in-Law who was loved me as her own, and poured her everything into raising a darn good man who also played a pretty integral role in my becoming a mother (ahem), I thank you. For opening your heart and home to me and the girls and shining such light into us all.

And for my fellow momma friends, as we all fumble towards the same goal of raising decent little humans, in all the beautifully different ways we walk towards that end, cheers to you! We are all in this together. And to the women out there whose hearts ache on Mother’s Day…for those who have lost, or never had, or almost had…you are so loved and not forgotten.



Runner Girl

Being an overweight child meant that school-wide track-and-field events made me want to cry on the inside. I would don my too-tight shorts, my top pulled taut across my belly, and amble up to the line up for high jump. I would try to be cool, like, hey, it’s no big deal that I’m fat. I can still totally do the high jump. Except that I SUCKED. I would do my best to sprint, then hoist myself over the bar, but it would fall every time and I would collapse onto the big squishy mat and wish that it would swallow me whole.

Running, long jump, high jump, triple jump. They were all equally horrible. I made it through, though, while my friends all excelled.

Then I got to high school, starved myself for a year, and got skinny. Thus began a decade-long love affair with disordered eating, yo-yo dieting, shameful secrets and painful memories. It all led me to where I am today though: still flawed, but on the right path.

I hope with all my heart that our girls can walk an easier road than I did. I am so thankful for where we live, where the fresh fruit goes on the trees that are literally in our backyard, and where the weather is warm and we can get out and run and bike and play for most of the year.

Avelyn had a 2 km race this week at a district-wide meet  and was the second place finisher for her school and 6th overall out of close to 100 girls.


My heart swelled as she sprinted across the finish line, legs strong and fast. Sometimes it feels like kids get to rewrite a chapter in your own life, one that you get to marvel at and just be so thankful for.