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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.


When life gets busy, I don’t cook. We live off of scrambled eggs and toast, or beans and toast, or melted cheese on toast. Or just straight up toast. So, basically, we have been eating a lot of toast for the past, um, four years?



Finally, a wave of inspiration to cook has lapped over my toast-wearied soul and I have been trying out some new recipes. The library has helped greatly and I have been finding great ideas in the Whitewater Cooks series as well as the Smitten Kitchen cookbook. Yay for food!

I have made Smitten Kitchen’s Vinegar Slaw with Cucumbers and Dill

and Whitewater Cooks With Friends Orchid Lime Salad and Chinese Five Spice Roasted Chicken

and also this fruit pizza. Because fruit pizza.

What are you cooking these days?

Angella - I cook all of the things. I think I need to follow your lead because I almost melted down in Stupidstore today when I couldn’t figure out a meal that would work for tomorrow or Thursday with the kids’ activities.

Shareen - This:

But instead of shredding all the cabbage I just buy a bag of coleslaw mix. Because…laziness.

And this: because tacos are basically their own food group in my world. And I need at least one serving a day.

Tuesday Update

Last week I was working in Kelowna and had a bit of time to kill between appointments, so thought I would pop into the mall to buy some big-city treasures. I had been in the building for about 10 minutes when over the intercom came this loud chiming, and a pre-recorded voice that calmly stated, “We are in an emergency situation. Please walk, don’t run, to your nearest exit.”

Vendors were locking up shops, and everyone was efficiently striding to the “out” doors. I followed the directions for, oh, about three seconds and then basically broke into a sprint because HAVEN’T YOU READ “THE GOLDFINCH?!” I immediately thought, “BOMB! There’s a bomb! We’re all gonna BLOW!” and pretty much elbowed my way out the door and yeah. Turned out to be a false alarm. Some sort of suspicious package left at the Sears.

Life hasn’t slowed down in any way, but thanks to my mom’s Mercy Trip last week we have our heads above water again and I am feeling like maybe, just maybe (knock on wood)…we’re going to make it.

We have had amazing summer-like weather here that makes me wish I were retired so I could just ride my bike and run and swim and lounge in the glorious sunshine all day. Instead, I have to get up at 5:30 am to enjoy a view like this during my morning run. Worth it, though.


Isn’t that so beautiful that it breaks your heart a little?

And this, too? An amazing dad, husband. Love that Stevie.


And here’s a dose of Spider-Brin, cowgirl edition to make your Tuesday a little brighter.




Have Mercy

Last week I was really stressed out and was experiencing consistent stomach pains. I was pretty sure they were stress-related but then thought for a moment, “Maybe it’s appendicitis! Maybe I’ll get to have an operation and stay at the hospital and sleep for a couple days! That would be amazing!”

So yeah, when appendicitis feels like your best-case scenario, life might be a little off-balance.


(Brin snapped this photo of me this morning. I look tired. BECAUSE I AM.)

(Also, my eyebrows need some work.)

My mom hopped on a plane and made what we’re referring to as a Mercy Trip. She saw that I was drowning and she came to lend a hand. Bless her. She has been picking up the pieces of this house and my heart for the past week and I couldn’t be more thankful.

Life is so good, though, even though the days are frenzied.


Picture day for Musical Theatre. So fun.


This sweet kid, learning to read and write and ride horses.


And THIS one. Home a bit for a few final months before Kindergarten. I hope she wears this hat on her first day of school.




Jen Wilson - Dude. I know the best-case-scenario in-the-hospital thing. REST. It’s priceless. I’m so glad your mom could come and give you some help!

Shannon popowich - My appendix burst a week after having my third baby…. It was the best morphin induced sleep of my life!!
Last week my mama came to help me too… Equally as great! :)

Susan - I felt like that many of times. Even with upcoming baby, I keep joking with Dana that my bi-annual vacation is coming up. Two days in the hospital with baby sounds amazing! This is a life of a busy mom. I can remember being eager to get home after baby and with my third I didn’t even spend the night. With our fourth, a good friend suggested to “soak it in” and it was fabulous being loved in by wonderful nurses! Leading up to birth I have fantasized about mandated bed rest, going away by myself, even early labor. Again, life as a busy mom. Know that you are not alone! Beside you are other amazing, beautiful, strong, tired moms. I read your blog and am amazed by your inner beauty and strength. Praying this “Mercy Trip” with your mom allows time for self-care, encouragement and love. I think you are amazing, for what it’s worth…, and more importantly, God knows you are amazing and doing a great work!