Friday, June 20, 2008

Prudy Mamma


When did I become such a prude? Lily, my two-year-old, lives to pee outside. She is like a Chihuahua, she will pee anywhere. Gopher holes, parking lot green spaces, outdoor music festivals, dried river beds, neighbor's flower gardens. At a recent birthday party she went right in the middle of a hula-hoop! A bright purple hula-hoop is a perfect pee target for a 2-year-old with a fetish for public urination. My husband is very proud of his little pee'er. Upon returning from his Daddy-daughter hikes he proudly states, " Lily just pee'ed in the back of the toy dump-truck, what an aim!" It is times like these where I quietly think to myself, "this is a dad of two little girls looking for testosterone anywhere he can find it". Not only is dad o.k. with our little public pee'er, he is as proud of her as can be. I however, am not. When did I become such a prude? As an outdoor educati0n instructor for over 15 years, I have pee'ed in the most majestic of places. From the sand dunes of Mexico, to the Canyons of Utah, and the Glacier's of Alaska...I have marked them all. Grand Canyon, Rocky Mountains, Sea of Cortez, Magdalena Bay, Prince William Sound, Chugach Mountains,...the list goes on. I lived to pee outside. As my genetic offspring, so should she. However, somewhere in the back of my brain is my china collecting, tea-tottering, Dublin raised, mother giving me the holy ' I raised you to be a lady' stink-eye. It seems the 'stink-eye' is a genetic trait too. It manifests itself when my Lily starts taking aim over the dog-food bowl. For now I am letting go of my prudy public pee-ing attitude, and letting her relieve herself wherever she is so inspired. However, tomorrow we are going camping. I draw the line at campfires...sorry Ken, that is one tradition you will have to continue with your nephews.
~moms the word

Saturday, June 14, 2008

pLAy



Let's stop for a moment.

Stop from the busy-ness of our do-do-do lives.

And put on a

hair ribbon,

bright blue shorts,

puddle-boots,

with no socks,

And venture to the land of buzzing bumble bees, dandy-lion bouquets, and fairy dances,

And play.

~moms the word

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

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