I was going to live-blog the Obama inauguration but I had to go to the potty.
Why couldn’t everyone in the country go to this? No room? There were a lot of people on the National Mall.
Sasha was wearing my favorite colors, red and pink. She’s a big girl, 7 years old.
It was exciting to see Barack Obama. I wanted him to win, and he winned. I mean won.
Who was that preacher guy?
That woman who sang—Aretha?—had a really big hat. And it had a bow that was bigger than my hot chocolate.
I liked listening to Yo-Yo Ma. He had a big red violin. I’m not sure if I heard that song on Classical Baby.
When Obama came out, I opened a little birthday card that played Hail to the Chief along with the TV. I liked my version better.
Obama’s speech was long. A little too long for me. But I did see George Bush leave in the helicopter.
Sometimes black people were not treated so well. I guess that’s changing.
Obama signed some papers. Hey, he’s a lefty, just like me!
That’s my post. I’m ready for my second president.
Update: I saw Obama dance at the ball. He said he had cut his teeth on neighborhood work. Cut his teeth? That’s silly! How can you chew without teeth?

I made my debut as a TV reporter yesterday. Well, not really. But I made two videos at the Newseum. In one I was a weather-woman-person and in the other I was at a baseball game. I held the microphone really well. I wonder if I should send it out as an audition tape. Maybe some station is looking for young talent.
Meanwhile, it's 2009 already. I can't figure out why Barack Obama isn't president yet.