For the Cure

 It was an early morning.  Why is a cancer run at 7:30am?  I went with my sister and her friend to walk the 5k Race for the Cure in Eugene.  I worried it would be an emotional event, and it did have its moments.  But it was more that I was seeing the event from my sisters' perspective.  It's such a personal battle and to have strangers acknowledging you, being invited into your disease and survival, that would be very uncomfortable. 
At 9:30 was a family 1k and it was really fun having her kids walk with us.  It was good to have a "fun" part to having a mom with a serious illness.  There was ice cream and treats and all the free pink trinkets (pens, stickers, key chains etc) that a kid could ever ask for.  I always have to chuckle now when I see a pink ribbon because Stella says: "That shirt has breast cancer" or "That bag has breast cancer".

I sorry to be invited into the crappy club of "directly affected by breast cancer" and more saddened but relieved that my sister is a "Breast Cancer Survivor".

{not} Creepy Mustaches

 

As a joke, we wore mustaches to a camping trip with some friends.  We thought it would be a five minute thing, roll up sporting them, laugh and then take them off.  Foiled by the fact that our friends hadn't arrived at the camping spot yet.  The kids were troopers and ran around (even Charlotte) for a good 20 minutes with their mustaches on.  My favorite part was when the park ranger came over to introduce himself to us and I met him, holding Charlotte, both of us sporting our sweet 'stache.  He didn't even bat an eye at it, even after I introduced us as the Mustache family.