Ain't your mama's, mommy group

You know you are in Montana when a 'mommy and me' stroll includes; sunscreen, diapers, teether toys, sippy-cup, bear mace and a loaded 22. Now that is what I am talking about ladies. Just knowing that between the organic beet puree, and the natural cloth diapers lies forged steel weaponry adds a hint of adventure to a leisurely jaunt through the wood with the babes. Follow the river 1 hour south and you will come to a beautiful creek hike. The path is well used, and comes with requisite pines, birds, old homestead fences and annoying volunteer park host. This season the psydo-ranger is more annoying than usual. He borders on creepy-guy. He notes that the path ahead comes with hidden dangers for us dainty ladies with children. Cougars, bears, wild dogs, (creepy host) ect. ect. What he does not know is that perhaps one of these mommies is packing heat. As we stroll through the trees, crossing small creeks, and ducking under old fences, we talk, and talk, and talk. About everything. Talk, talk, talk. Let the cougars stalk, the bears charge, the dogs growl, and the creeps leer. We are fearless. For between the homemade butty wipes, and the bottles of breast milk is our stick of courage. 'From our cold dead hands', I ponder as we pack up the cars to leave. Perhaps Heston and I have more in common than I ever dreamed of.

~Moms the Word