We woke up Saturday morning and went to vote, thinking that 7 am on a Saturday would be considerably less crowded than noon on Sunday. There were 16,432 people there. I know. I counted. Or maybe it was closer to 150 and I estimated. Whatever. Lots more people than I have ever seen at early voting. But the lines went fairly quickly. So that's good. Landon would like to re-air his PSA from February. He's pretty politically active, so it's very important to him. He doesn't really care who you vote for, as long as you make an informed decision. (He also may or may not have spotted a man dressed like my father and got all excited, but then it wasn't him.)
Landon and I then headed down to LJ to go to the pumpkin patch with Grandma, Aunt Kathleen, and Zoey. Last year we accidentally were in LJ during the pumpkin patch time. This year we went on purpose.
We coaxed and coaxed and coaxed and finally got someone to look through the hole.
To which Landon's response was to also look through a hole.
Uh, we had dried off the tractor seat for the next kid. With his butt. That was our good deed for the day. Whether we did it on purpose or not. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
And when we finally got him on the correct side to look out the hole. This is what i got.
Next year maybe he'll look up.