Skiing in Big Sky with Melissa & Jeff
Ella rode up in the new Powder Seeker lift at Big Sky
I am enjoying my job ; ) I like to wear my breast scarf when I'm teaching breastfeeding classes just to break the ice.
Ella started gymnastics
My friend visited us with her beautiful girls & I had the privilege of breastfeeding her new baby. (neighbor girl in unicorn outfit)
...more photos from Big Sky
Melissa's hot tub post skiing
I joined the Gallatin Roller Girlz! I have only made it to 3 out of the 6 practices since I went to DC & my grandfather passed away and I had to travel to Wisconsin. So far I love it & the kids love skating with me.
The last box of milk for Finn. He should have enough breastmilk to make it to one year!!
Another friend's beautiful baby
First derby kiss
Ella took some "promish" photos for us before Mark's work holiday party
Wisconsin kids at the Workiva holiday party - he grew up in the town next to the one I grew up in
Too much fun was had
The class pets
These girls always show up in the same pants!
My co-worker decorated my office for my birthday
Mark threw me a surprise birthday party at the Cider House. He's the best. He told the bakers that I work with breasts so they made a cake resembling a breast. I've had a pretty amazing 30 years. I'm proud of the person I am becoming and will always strive to better myself. I was thinking of what lesson has stuck out the most so far and it's that no matter what I do, some people won't like it, and that's ok as long as I am being my true self.
Ready for the march in DC
If you travel with me, you get to the airport early enough to get breakfast
Pussyhats everywhere
Dinner at the Rio with friends where I used to hang out when I lived in the DC area.
Sign making the night before the march
I loved seeing my friend's kids!
Waiting for the metro with my dear friend Sarah & her baby
My dear friend Lior
I ran into Mark's college friend, half a million people and we run into each other!
Walking to the rally
#glitterus #flippinfallopian
My marching partner, Stacey. Mark has known her since 2001 & I'm finally getting to know her now that we are all back in Bozeman, the town that keeps pulling you back in with its charm.
We were 2 blocks from the actual speakers. It was too crowded to get any farther than this screen.
There were too many people to march on the original route so the crowds marched in every street toward the white house.
He was trying to climb the poll & everyone was encouraging him that he could do it. This march was filled with people accepting of everyone. It was a positive & empowering experience. The fact that no arrests were made says a lot about this crowd. It felt great to be on the right side of history. I spoke with several people marching that day that said their parents marched in previous marches in DC and they were so proud of them for standing up. I hope my kids look back at this and are proud that I didn't sit quietly and watch this injustice happen. I will not stand behind a president who has admitted to sexually assaulting women, who mocked a disabled man, who wants to take away more of women's rights(we are still at 45th in the world for women's rights and that's going to go down even further under trump)
I marched for:
religious freedom, the environment, education, people with disabilities, LGBTQIA's, women, people of all races & ethnicity. We are ALL human & we need to stand up for each other.
The signs left behind are going to museums around the world.
In front of the White House
Drinks with Bozeman people after the march
I returned on my birthday. Nana & the kids decorated!
My grandfather (dad's dad) passed away so we drove to Wisconsin for the funeral. Above is my mom's mom during our quick stop in Abbotsford on the the way to Minocqua.
At The Waters in Minocqua, WI
Playing at Grandma Deming's house
Ella & Grandpa
Ella & Great-Grandma
Ella & I in our polka dot tights
Wrestling grandpa
Watching old home movies
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