It's mom's day. Outside of a tremendous love and appreciation for my own mom, I never really thought I'd be into such a day, but it means a whole lot now that I've sprung a child from my loins. To celebrate, my mister took our little nuclear family up to Mark Woolley's cabin at the base of Mt. Hood for an overnight adventure. Man. I could seriously hang out at his place tucked inside heavy breathing woods for a long time. There are no distractions: no cell phone reception, internet, or TV. No neighbors or cars. Just the roar of a river, fire crackling in a pit and birdsong.
We also hiked up to Mirror Lake. I was in full mom mode, trudging up a snowy mountain in sandals, Beckett in a papoose suckling at my teet and blood spilling from my nether-regions. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure.
