When Steve tried to teach me how to downhill ski he took me to the top of a challenging intermediate blue run and as I stood with the tips of my skis hanging over the cliff, I said, “THIS IS TOO HARD FOR ME! I AM A
I am not a camper. Growing up, our family holidays consisted of short day trips to local attractions where my brother and I would fight and my mom would lock herself in a bathroom at TGIFriday’s and cry.
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.