Being terribly popular, I had to naturally throw some kind of party to commemorate the historic inauguration of one of the most amazing men on the planet. I couldn't very well watch it alone, could I? My entourage would be sad if they weren't able to share this special moment with me.

Coffee Fairy brought treats and coffee, Pixie brought chocolate and a sore ass from working out on her new eliptical ("I did nine solid minutes today!" she proudly exclaimed.) It was nice to spend this time with my friends and their little crumb snatchers. They kept each other busy while we stuffed our faces full of food which we declared calorie-free, considering the circumstances.

When President-Elect Barack Obama took the oath this afternoon and became President Barack Obama, I didn't cry. I thought I would; I was positive I would become a blubbery basket case of hormones. I'm still nursing, you know, and all that progesterone can really make me feel the love in situations such as these. But I gave myself a wedgie with my big girl panties and stuck to just feeling really hopeful and connected without all that sissy sobbing stuff. The hostess has to keep things together amidst sword-fighting children blocking the television screen and electronic toys drowning out the audio. It's my job to keep the party rockin'.

In fact, I was very focused on the Obamas' daughters, who sat so nicely behind their dad during the entire ceremony. Then I wondered what my children will be like when I become elected Prime Minister of Canada (which is the obvious next step in my life as a stay-at-home-mom/writer/postpartum doula). Will they sit as quietly, or will I be the first leader to bring decoy children to all the events? You know, ones that look like my boys but aren't really. Then I can also have moms all over the world comment on how well-behaved and calm my family is.

It was only when the older gremlins returned from school that things began to fall apart. Huddled together in front of the television we watched the parade, the Rosa Parks commemorative bus, the beautiful smiling power couple. We talked about how historic this day truly is, and how we are witnessing history. I told them to remember the moment because it's so very important.

Then I cried like a big sissy baby. Of course as soon as I involved my children the tears had to flow. It seems to be a theme as of late.

Congratulations to all my American friends on your new president. You must be so damn proud today.