They're All Mine

Today I ran some errands with the kids. One of the stops on my list was AMA to get Joseph's birth certificate. I parked the car and unloaded the stroller from the back. Joseph was still crying, he's not a fan of his carseat. Since the lineups can be long, I decided it was best to keep everyone belted in to something. I buckled Hyrum into the top of the double stroller, Camilla in the bottom, and put Joseph's carseat on my arm. The walk from the car to the front door was just enough to put Joe to sleep. I lucked out and was first in line before a mad rush of people came in. I was quickly helped by a lady at the desk. The children all sat quietly, Hyrum staring at the big TV screen and Camilla playing with a toy she brought from home. As I filled out the paper work the lady looked over at my kids and said, "you've got your hands full today don't you?" I politely smiled and quietly chuckled to myself. Then she goes, "are they ALL yours?" I proudly responded, "yep, they're all mine!" Oiy, I've only got three and people are already asking me these things.

As I left, pushing the double stroller with Joseph's seat hanging from my arm I couldn't help but smile. All of the older people smiled politely at me as I made my way to the car. I fumbled in my jacket pocket looking for the keys and finally found them between toy cars and a soother. I looked back at my kids and smiled once more. Yep, they're all mine.