I’m kind of a free-style girl. I have never been great at orchestrating structure in the home for our girls and usually just kind of take the days as they come.
The kids love to hear me tell the story about how once, during a long and terrible family road trip, my little brother was taunting me by jamming my favourite blanket in his mouth (gross) and swinging it around in wild c
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.
She crossed the finish line fourth out of over 100 kids. That means she kicked 96 butts.
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.
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.