Aaron voting on election day.

Sorry about the delay in writing. Kara is getting yet another molar so she hasn't been sleeping at night. Ughh. She has been up every night since Sunday fussing about. One night I was even in her room sleeping next to her and she was still tossing. In her sleep she managed to slap me, crawl under my pillow and I woke up coughing when she stuffed her fingers in my mouth. How on earth she can do that in her sleep and wake up the moment we fall asleep in our room I have no idea.



Well, the kids at Aaron's school set up a voting booth and a little pamphlet with information about the two candidates. Aaron helped out. He checked IDs and handed out ballots and retrieved the ballots when the children were done voting. It was very cute and adorable. I love his expression waiting to vote. How many adults had that expression on election day? This picture, by the way, was in our local Fort Rucker newspaper, the Army Flier.

Wednesday morning we turned on the TV to see who won. I read the headline to Aaron, "Barack Obama wins the presidency." He looked at me and said, "Aw man. Can you vote again?"

When Aaron got home from school he was telling me that they were going over which candidate won which state. Aaron told me, "We used red for Republican and blue from African." I looked at him and said you mean Democrat? "Oh, yes, that's right." Apparently Aaron has picked up on the news continually saying our first African American president.

Other funnies. I was looking at the popcorn in the commissary because I am supposed to be eating healthier. I noticed that the light popcorn isn't much better than the one I usually get. So I said I like this one better. Aaron told me, "It says butter not better!"

On Saturday I wore a shirt with ghosts on it. Aaron looked at me and said, "I like your shirt mama, but I have to tell you something. It's past Halloween." Yes, you can't wear any holiday stuff a day past the holiday in this household.

Kara wanted to get a cookie but she was whining so I told her to ask daddy in a normal voice. So she says, "Normal voice, please."

Then at supper Kara shouted Stop it. So we looked at Aaron and asked what he was doing. He said nothing. O.k. we kept eating. Then she screams, "Stop it. STOP it. STOP IT." Again we looked at Aaron (sometimes he kicks her under the table) but he wasn't doing anything and his feet were to the side. So we asked Kara what was wrong. She was made and she told us, "He looking at my milk!" Interesting. I didn't think that started at age two.