Regardless of how the race turns out, I can’t help but think back to the primary. Going to vote was our first big outing after Andrick was born (going somewhere other than back to the birth center). He was about a week and a half old, and I carried him in the moby wrap. One of the poll workers thought I was carrying a dog (um…who brings their dog to vote!?). Anyway, here we are six months later, and the little guy actually has a significant size advantage over his I Voted sticker.
A lot less hair though. Oh well, he can’t have everything.