An addendum on the "WTF, no voting?!" thing — people get passes, because I totally understand that sometimes the best laid plans fall through, etc. What this guy does though, is PLAN to NOT VOTE. DUDE, my SISTER VOTES. If my SISTER can figure it the fuck out (and in COLORADO, ferfuckssake, not MAINE, where the state and city bend over backwards to make it easy to vote…) than you can, too.

Yesterday we went to a book signing at my job, where the former president and grandson of the company’s namesake as signing copies of his new book.  I wrapped Ingrid up and took her, and she loved it (so many people! HI!) and when we got to the table for the signing, I had him sign it to my dad (excellent holiday gift!) and his wife started asking about Ingrid, and it turns out their grandson was born on the very same day, so we discussed what milestones the respective babies had hit, blah blah babybabybaby. I didn’t even TALK to the author, and felt a bit like a heel, but then! THEN! I go home and look through the book, and in the photo section in the center, is a picure of the dude FLYFISHING in the STREAM next to which I GREW UP. So if I hadn’t been baby-brain-fogged, I probably would have noticed that BEFORE the signing and said "hey, this is for my dad who lives in this place you obviously have been to." But, no. BABYBABYBABY.

ANother cool thing, while I was there, a woman from LaLeche League walked by and saw me and said "HI! Guess where I’m going!" and gestured at her Deluxe Black Tote which was obviously a breastpump…. and then, the coolest thing, she said "When you said you were working here and that you could pump, I applied!" SO, my "I’m going to set an example, dammit" mentality for pumping at work, regardless of the sort of awkwardness, PLUS my "LLL needs to have some folks in there that are a little less dogmatic, dude" combined in a really glorious way, I think. A nursing mom is now working p/t, because she CAN pump, and because I stuck out LLL despite my initial recoil of it seeming like you had to be 100% AP LLL SAHM OMGWTF? all the time, there’s now another mama who is doing a little of both. And that’s kind of cool.

TOnight, we have our parent childcare meeting – they will draw for the 8 (EIGHT!) infant slots this month, and create a waiting list after the initial spots are filled. I’m really okay with NOT getting a spot, but I hope we have a good spot on the waitlist, because we *WILL* need childcare for much longer than we *WON’T.* If that makes sense. And, the older she gets, the more slots there are — 8 slots to 11 mos, 12 for 11-24, and so on… and she has GOT to be near the top, since we signed up within hours of the sign being hung. But, you never know…

And, yay, blue! Today is the first day in YEARS that I feel a tiny glimmer of hope, politically. Go, voting!