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.
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.
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.
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.
Last week I was really stressed out and was experiencing consistent stomach pains.