In My Dreams

At this moment in my life, I eat, sleep, drink, think, feel, and dream Prop 8. Every day starts out with Prop 8 and the sun goes down in the evening shining on Prop 8 signs. It is my life. Everything else has been put on hold until after November 4th. I think about activities I'd like to do, books I'd like to read, movies I'd like to watch, places I'd like to go and then gently remind myself that they'll have to be done/read/watched/visited after the elections. I know I sound like a crazy activist/extremist, but really I'm just very doggedly passionate about defending traditional marriage and safeguarding my children's future education, religious liberties, and freedom of speech. Check out my latest post here, to understand why I so adamantly oppose the legalization of same-sex marriage in California. It's pretty awful.

Prop 8 aside, we did manage to make it to Buddha's favorite pumpkin patch that he's been talking about since we went last year. We were barely able to squeeze in our trip at the close of our Saturday, crossing our fingers that, because of all the fun distractions available, the boys would not notice the hour. It worked. They had a great time. It was leaving that was the problem. Trying to take a tired toddler away from something he wants badly is like trying to pry an Octopus off its prey. Needless to say, we got an earful...all the way home. Oh well, at least I got some cute pictures before the waterworks started. Enjoy!