Wednesday, 18 March 2020

Memories of Manning 2020.

They say that a joy shared is a joy doubled so if there are 4 families going on a joint-ski trip together, is that a joy quadrupled?
I think it certainly is.

This is the second year we all went up to Manning Park, 4 families (8 adults, 9 kids altogether). We booked 2 chalets this year and it was perfect for 2 families share one chalet. We had our separate bedroom and bathrooms and shared the kitchen. The joy was in doing everything together.
It snowed 16 cm of new snow the day we arrived (incredible for the first weekend of March!) The only thing better than powder turns is powder turns with friends. It was so fun for me to be back on my snowboard and ride with an entourage of 9 kids ripping it up on skis. 



Manning is small enough of a mountain that the kids could split up and we could easily find each other again. Nallie and her friend were old enough to take the chairlift by themselves and they enjoyed the great privilege of being able to go skiing on their own. There was also enough powder on the blue chair for us to make some incredible first tracks and Simon to clear and land this jump...
When you're on vacation you don't want to cook so it was so nice to coordinate our meals. One of our particularly organized friends had a google doc to designate us to all bring parts of the meal. I didn't look at the list before we left and forgot all the lettuce (oops) and someone else forgot to bring pizza. But the great thing with group projects is that it always seems to work out with the effort other people put in. It was great to cook and eat all the meals together. Sometimes we had all the adults in one chalet and all the kids in the other chalet (putting the oldest Grade 5 boys 'in charge'). The kids enjoyed 'vacation food' which included Reese Puffs and Pop Tarts - nothing like a good sugar rush to start the day. We also had the first annual Menno-Men bake-off....both Menno men called their mothers for trade-secret favourite dessert recipes. Both desserts were delicious and enjoyed by all of us. Next year, we'll have to get the other men baking something too!
We enjoyed the pool and hot tub together. (Although later we regretted this as many of us got sick when we got back and we blamed the murky waters of the hot tub.)
The kids enjoyed sleepovers and swapping bunk beds. There was much planning on logistics of who sleeps in whose room in which bunk but it eventually all got sorted and everyone slept well. It was so fun for Nallie to wake up and play dolls with friend and Noah to wake up and play ball  and race RC cars with a bunch of boys.

Last year we enjoyed a game of ice hockey on the frozen rink but by March, it was too warm so we couldn't do that. The dads and kids were still able to play a game of road hockey though. My ultra-competitive 6-year-old was driving me crazy with all the tears over not winning or not getting the puck but I think everyone else had a good time.
Notice it? The bawling sad face boy on the far left in the group picture? Ahaha.
At least the sadness didn't last long when we transitioned to some sledding fun.
It really is a blessing to have joined Christ City church 3 years ago and have made good friends that enjoy the snow as much as we do and added bonus that our kids are all similar in age and all like each other. Til next year...




Monday, 16 March 2020

Past, present, and future.

A new year and a new decade and all those memories popping up on my social media makes me feel so nostalgic. What a decade it has been. A lot of joy. A lot of tears. Not a lot sleep. Probably the least amount of sleep in this decade than any other one I have had.
In the last decade 2010 to 2020, I...

  • experienced the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver 
  • got shingles preparing my MA thesis defense
  • graduated from UBC with a Masters in Special Education
  • passed the Board Certified Behavior Analyst board exam
  • went on my last pre-kid trip with Simon to the Mayan Riveria
  • experienced a 31 hour labour on nitrous oxide, morphine and the epidural 
  • experienced a super speedy natural birth that almost happened in the car
  • learned how to survive on 2-hour intervals of sleep for several years
  • experienced the joy of breast-feeding along with cracked nipples,  mastitis, and realizing I could literally shoot milk across the room 
  • rushed my 5-month old to the hospital having him stay there for 4 days recovering from pneumonia, RSV and dehydration 
  • had more than one emotional breakdown trying to 'do-it-all' balancing work and motherhood and experienced the grace, forgiveness and support from a loving husband 
  • cheered for my husband as he participated in several GranFondo cycling races and also prayed as my husband recovered from Rhabdomyolysis
  • held my breath as my husband quit his job at Link Design and started a new position at Keith Panel Systems (now celebrating that he is so much happier at KPS)
  • Simon completed some of the hardest architectural projects of his career (the Kitsilano Coast Guard renovation, Fly Over Canada)
  • fell in love with long distance running and ran a personal record of 1:49:18 at the 2014 Scotia Half-Marathon
  • had my son projectile vomit on me (and several passengers) during a 7 hour flight from Mexico 
  • left Willingdon church and started going to Christ City South Vancouver
  • quit my job as a senior behaviour consultant at Family Centred Practices Group 
  • cheered as both my kids graduated from preschool
  • cried when both kids started kindergarten 
  • started a new job as a Special Education Coordinator at Vancouver Christian School 
  • hiked many mountains with the kids (Sea to Sky, Grouse Grind, BCMC trail) and survived our first overnight hike with both kids to Garabaldi Lake
  • Simon went on his first rollercoaster  Legoland, San Diego and splurged and stayed in the pirate room at the Legoland Hotel
Present Jan 2020
  • both Simon and I are working full time AKA school days feel like running on a treadmill while juggling eggs and the eggs are on fire 
  • get the privilege and joy of working at the same school that my kids go to
  • Nallie is in Grade 3 and Noah is in Grade 1, my office is in the same hallway as their classroom and I love that Noah still gives me the best hugs and exclaims "Mommy!" when he sees me in the hallway (Nallie smiles at me but doesn't hug me in the hallway anymore)
  • learned how to order groceries online
  • training for my first full marathon alongside my supportive husband 
  • part of an awesome community group at Christ City
  • Noah has almost outgrown being theatrically dramatic over small problems and continues to be the funniest person in our family, he loves soccer, dinosaurs, ninjas, sharks (particularly megadon) and Lego with a passion
  • Nallie loves her friends, is learning to raise her hand at school, no longer melts down when asked to play the piano and is enjoying dance
  • both kids are signed up for the first ever triathalon and a 15 km bike race 
Future 2030

Simon and I would have just celebrated 25 years together

Kids won't be kids anymore, they will be 16 and 18 years old (ahhh...panicking as I write this)
  • praying that Nallie and Noah will be kind, generous and tenacious human beings that love God and love others
  • praying that I will still be working at the same school as them and they don't purposely hide when they see me at school
  • praying that we will still have Friday FamJam nights and watch movies or play boardgames together
  • praying that Simon and I continue to be each other's biggest fans
  • praying that our health remains and we continue enjoying the great outdoors together
    Christmas Card December 2019..wonder what 2030 will look like









Monday, 17 February 2020

Hiking the kids to our Happy Place.



Mount Seymour is a pretty special place for Simon and me. This is where we had our first date 17 years ago. Back when the Mystery chair was still a rickety wooden 2-seater chair. Our dates consisted of playing 20 questions getting to know each other on the ride up and then racing down the mountain to see who was faster (I let him win of course).
Seymour 2008
For over a decade we had season passes to this mountain and we spent literally every Saturday hiking into the back country. We would build a jump and try 101 times trying to land whatever trick we were working on. We spent most of our 20's making memories here with a bunch of snow obsessed friends - we were the Saturday Seymour Crew. 

Then we had kids and we had to grow up...a little bit. We couldn't go snowboarding every weekend anymore. When we had just our little girl, we hiked with her several times up Mount Seymour in a baby carrier or hiking pack. We dreamed of when our kids might be old enough to hike with us.
Mount Seymour 2012 and 2013 with our sweet girl
Today was the day.  Our kids are pretty hardcore hikers now having conquered the Grouse Grind, BCMC trail, Sea to Sky trial and Mt. Garabaldi but they've never hiked in the winter with just their snow boots.  We couldn't find crampons small enough to fit their size 1 feet. Nevertheless, fuelled by enthusiasm and sporadic gummy breaks, they needed few breaks and we made it up to first peak just in time for lunch. No whining. No complaining. We were so impressed.
Just about to start hiking
At the trail head ready to go
Lunch at the top
However, the first rule of hiking in the winter is that don't stop moving or you get cold.  We probably took a bit longer than we should have eating lunch at the top because as soon as Little Brother finished his last bite of food he hit the proverbial wall and turned into weepy sobbing icicle. We hadn't taken any pictures yet so we quickly got the necessary Insta-worthy shots just as Little Brother starting bawling at the very peak of the mountain that he was so tired and cold and he just wanted to go to bed right now. Right when he was 1407m away from sea level and the furthest possible distance from the parking lot. 


Good thing Super Dad hiked the whole way up with his snowboard. He scooped up cold crying child and tandem snowboarded with him from the peak of the mountain back down with lots of people doing double-takes to see a little boy whisked down the mountain in Daddy's arms.
Good thing Big Sis wasn't cold or tired, she had enough energy to race down the mountain the rest of her body trying to keep up with how fast her legs were running. She also perfected the art of bum sliding down the steep sections making sure to avoid the vicious tree wells.

In our younger days, whisky jack birds would often come and eat the crumbs from our lunch and just like in the good 'ol days, the birds came by landing on the kids outstretched hand or the top of their toque to get the bread crumbs. That was a great distraction for Little Brother who who took a break from being cold or tired and enjoyed playing with the birds.
The entire hike according to my Garmin watch was 10.75 km round trip and it took us 5 hours (moving time) which is pretty impressive. So glad they were able to come share our happy place even if by the time we made it all the way back down these troopers were practically crawling. I think they'll sleep well tonight. And when they get a bit older, we'll have them hike up with their skis or snowboard just like we did...
Back to the car...finally!


Sunday, 8 September 2019

Daddy is my superhero - biking Stanley Park to Whistler.

Stats: Whistler GranFondo
Date: 7:00 am -Saturday Sept 7, 2019
Start: Stanley Park, Vancouver
Finish: Whistler Village, Whistler
Total distance: 122 km
Elevation: 1900m / 6200 feet (Oh my!!!)

I don't know about you but I checked out after I saw the elevation gain. I mean I am tired just driving up to Whistler, so we are all pretty proud of Simon's personal best of finishing the race in 4:33.

That's quite an accomplishment considering that it took me almost 3 hours to drive up there on Friday evening. It was nice to get up there before race day, we rented an AirBnB condo with my friend whose husband was also doing the Whistler GranFondo too. Her kids and my kids were thrilled to have a room with bunk beds and there was a lot of laughing and giggling and not very much sleeping that night.

The next day we gathered our crew together and worked on our cheer posters.


My friend's husband finished with an impressive time of 3:43 qualifying him for the World Championship next year!  I knew we would have to wait at least half an hour longer for Simon to finish and the kids were happy to ring their cowbells and keep cheering but after I ran out of cheesies we decided to take the kids to the playground area instead. They were happy playing tag and I was planning to head back to the finish line after I let them run their energy out for a bit.
It was close to lunch time and I went quickly to buy hot dogs for the kids and I got a text message from Simon that said "3". Obviously he's not spending a long time composing text messages while he's racing so I assumed that meant 3 more kms to go so waited as patiently as I could for the teenager making the hot dogs SO.VERY.VERY.VERY.VERY.SLOWLY. Oh my goodness, it was painful starring at him.... I swear it was like that sloth scene from Zootopia!!! (That's me in the picture below - I'm the bunny wanting to bang my head against the wall and scream HURRY UP!!!!!!!)

Anyways, after what took an unjustifiable amount of time to put two precooked wieners into a hot dog bun, I threw the food in my back pack and sprinted with the kids to the finish line but alas....we didn't make it!!! We had been there for a couple hours but we missed him coming into the finish line. Apparently the cryptic message "3" meant he was going to be at the finish line in 3 minutes and the sloth making those darn hot dogs took waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay longer than 3 minutes. Such a disappointment for the kids. At least when we found Simon in the crowds of people, the kids proudly held up their signs and ran towards their SuperDad, the announcer noticed them and said, "Look at those kids running to meet their Dad! And look at those signs, yes your Dad is a SuperHero!" They were excited the announcer made them and their SuperDad feel famous for 2 seconds and that softened the disappointment of not seeing him cross the finish line.
 I'm pretty proud of Simon not because of his personal best finishing time but because he said he was feeling great on his ride all the way until Alice Lake and then after that he hit 'the wall'. With 50 km of the steepest elevation left to do, he said his legs were feeling awful and he was contemplating quitting but willed himself to just keep pedaling...even if at times it was painfully only 10 km/ hour. What a great testament to our kids and living out my constant mantra of 
The kids must get so sick of me chirping "We Can do Hard Things" alllllll the time. But I hope that the kids can see us live out that when things get tough and you want to quit, we try our best to find the strength to just keep going...even if it feels like you're not making any progress forward.
Simon lived that out and pressed on til the finish and even completed the race faster than the previous two times he has done it.
And I think that's what makes him a SuperHero to the kids and me.

Saturday, 31 August 2019

Greetings from Garabaldi - our first family backpack camping adventure.


All summer we have been talking about "The Big Hike" with the kids. Every time we went running or biking we told them it was good training for The Big Hike. We bought or borrowed all the camping gear and watched every single episode of Bear Grylls' You vs. Wild so we now we were totally ready.

Several times leading up to the trip, I had a terrifying thought that this was a really bad idea and that there was no way the kids could hike that far with back packs but I pushed out those thoughts and bought more gummy candies instead so we would be prepared to combat any possible tiredness with copious amounts of sugar.

And they made it!
5:45 am Saturday morning Aug 24, our alarms went off and we put our heavy backpacks in the car. They were loaded with just the essentials - the tent, sleeping bags, the food, head lamps and of course giant Beanie Boo dragons and a stuffed leopard. 
Shortly after 8:00 am, we were headed up and for at least three hours, it was just steep switchbacks straight up....we kept the kids distracted by hunting for the perfect hiking stick and playing endless rounds of "I Spy", rhyming games, guessing games and scavenger hunts. We were pleasantly surprised how little candy we had to dispense to keep them trekking up the mountain. They were happy to find spiderwebs for 200 points and chipmunks for 1000 points. They even found the Super Mario mushroom for 4000 points.
 I was surprised how well maintained and popular that trail was.....not a lot of 5 and 8 year olds hiking up but there was a constant traffic of people passing by and giving the kids high 5's and lots of encouragement along the way. According to my Garmin, it took us 4 and half hours to hike 10.25 km from the parking lot to our campsite at Taylor Meadows. It also says the elevation gain was 1,312. Wow. And we haven't even made it to the Lake yet.
We found 2 campsites side by side at Taylor Meadows. We set up our tents and ditched some of weight from our packs and hiked onward to Garibaldi Lake. The second part only took an hour and the 2.6 km to the Lake was pretty easy compared the never-ending uphill of switchbacks. And it was well worth it.

The lake was beautiful and we captured some amazing shots.
We found a spot where people had stacked up some amazing inuksuk and Little Brother Bear was able to stack 3 more rocks on without having it tip over.
 We had a snack break and we were suddenly surrounded by chipmunks. Maybe the chipmunks knew that kids get spill just as much food on the ground as they get in their mouths because I didn't see any other groups of people inundated by chipmunks...
It was too cold to swim in the glacier water. There were some brave souls that were swimming but we were happy to just put our fingers in....all of us, except for my Dad who had a closer encounter with the lake than he was planning for. It really is Husband's fault. He found a log that was just under the water so it looked like he was walking on water. It was a pretty epic shot. My Dad, of course not wanting to miss a fantastic photo opportunity trekked out to the water by the rocks too... unfortunately, the rock he stepped on was not a steady one. He stepped into the lake to regain his balance but alas that rock was also tipsy and he fell backwards into the water I wish we had it on camera.  Now *that* would have been an even more epic picture.
 Fortunately he was not hurt, just very wet and all his extra clothes were back at the campsite. He took off his wet socks and he coped by wearing Ziploc bags as socks. He was a great sport about it, it was a great teaching opportunity about being flexible. That was probably the most memorable part of the hike. 
The only other part of the hike that did not go as planed was with Little Brother Bear. Poor guy had been pushed pretty hard that day and by 5:00 pm , he was just completely done. He was starving, exhausted and wanted to go to sleep right on the rocks. We cooked up the freeze dried macaroni as fast as we could...I know camping food isn't supposed to be 5 star gourmet but the mac and cheese was pretty terrible. The sauce was runny and soupy and the noodles were chewy. I had a hard time eating it myself so I don't blame the poor kid for not wanting to eat it. He begrudgingly ate some soupy mac and cheese and some mediocre freeze-dried spaghetti and said he wanted to go to sleep. It wasn't even 6:00 pm yet. We started the hike back to the campsite and he said he was too tired and his tummy hurt. SuperDadHusband carried him on his shoulders back to the campsite and steps away from the campsite, he leaned over and started puking up the less than stellar dinner.
We carried him back to the campsite with him still moaning that his tummy hurt. He lay down on his camping pillow inside the tent and was almost asleep in 30 seconds. I asked him to drink some water before he went to sleep and as soon as he sat up in the tent, my 'mom 6th sense' kicked in and I was able to pick him up like a burrito in his sleeping bag, unzip the tent and get his head just outside the tent before he puked again. *Phew* Close call. I did not want to sleep in a pukey tent. 


For a second I was worried he might have appendicitis or some terrible stomach disease and would have to be air-lifted off the mountain. It was good that my sister's room mate is a nurse and she was able to check him and assure me that he was just a really exhausted little boy. He fell asleep before 7 pm. Actually, we all went to bed before it was even dark that night.
My Little Bear woke up at midnight, a bit dazed and confused asking for his glow stick. I had let the kids choose special glow sticks for our hiking trip and I had promised them that at night time, we could play with them in the dark. But because we all went to bed before it was even dark, we never opened the glow sticks. He was a bit sleepy and delirious and kept on asking for his glow stick and I was trying to whisper quietly that there is no point to get the glow sticks now because everyone is sleeping and its 12:30 am. It took a bit of hushed negotiation but I convinced him to stop asking for the glow stick and go back to sleep.

It was not a stellar sleeping on my 20 year old foam mat from when I was in Girl Guides and without a pillow. Plus there was a person who shall remain unnamed that snores like a Grizzly Bear and I spent the night trying to cover my ears and bury my head inside my sleeping bag.... but who actually sleeps well when you are backpack camping right ?  At least we made room for essentials like stuffed dragons.

After pulling our food back down to ground from the food cache, we fired out my sister's Jetboil for a nice warm oatmeal breakfast, Little Bear found the perfect hiking stick and SuperDad taught him out to use a knife and carve it. Little Bear said that was his favourite part of the whole trip.

We packed up our tent and made the 7.8 km trek back down in about two and half hours. I thought going downhill would be a piece of cake but it was actually harder than I though with all the weight in my pack. SuperDadHusband had the most weight though, he graciously so much stuff I could barely lift his pack off the ground...never mind carry it all the way back down.
The best part celebrating with my Dad as he crossed our make-shift 'finish line' at the bottom. Pretty special to have both the youngest 5 year old and the oldest  65+ year old both complete the trip still smiling at the bottom!


So the big question is....will we do this again ? Panorama Ridge? Black Tusk ? Elfin Lakes? 
If I can just get a decent pillow and some ear plugs....it's game on.