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Like everyone else, I wanted to do something Significant yesterday to mark Obama's inauguration. Going to DC was out, of course. With the too-bitter-for-a-baby weather in Atlanta and pre-school pick-up to think about, I couldn't even go to Centennial park downtown to watch the oath on a jumbotron. And the local democrat bar was too smoky for Plum. So at the last minute, I invited some girlfriends in similar straits over for lunch in front of the tube. After dropping LaLa at school, I dashed to the store for an all-American meal -- fried chicken and apple pie. Then we all huddled in our little TV room with three babies and two toddlers and strained to listen to our new leader as the kids cooed, cried, and crashed about the room. Tears were shed as Obama finished his address. We all cheered when W. climbed onto that helicopter. We ate too much pie. Then we rushed through nursings and diaper changes before dashing out again to pick up our big kids from school. 

It was anything but ceremonial or profound, but somehow watching our amazing, brave new president take the oath amongst the baby-filled chaos that is my life at the moment--with other women who like me work part-time, parent all the time, and hoped we were helping to make the world a better place by voting for Obama in November -- felt just right. Even if I wasn't "there," I'll always remember it. 
And I'm saving the front pages of today's newspapers for Plum's baby book so some day, she can see what was happening in the world when she was just beginning hers. 
To new beginnings! 
xoxo
Elizabeth