Did You "Bote"?

It was Primary Election Day today. Did you "bote"?

I took the boys with me to the polls. We sure livened up the day for the poll workers!

Because the boys have been so good lately and such big boys about holding hands, we walked in together. (Note: I hold two boys' hands in one of mine and one in the other. I can't yet trust them not to drop each other's hands and bolt.)

Now no stroller is still a risk for us. If more than one boy melts down or someone takes off on me or they start to get destructive, I have no lockdown and no way to make a speedy escape. And let's face it, part of successfully parenting multiples is containment, and there are times when a quick getaway is critical.

I figured we'd be able to handle it because I knew there would be no line and "I voted" stickers.

As it turned out, one of the poll workers was a twin herself and one had twins who are 26, so we had a very understanding crowd. The boys got stickers and lollipops and far too much attention. I cast my ballot and gave us all a little pat on the back for conquering yet another milestone in the journey from triplet insanity to normalcy. 

Sometimes the little things are the big things.

© Trippin' Mama 2011

Election 2008 -- Amelia Goes to the Polls

This morning I went to the polls to cast my ballot. When I was expecting the babies, I thought I might vote absentee, just because we didn't know what life would be like at this point, but I decided that I just HAD to go to the polls in person this election, even if I had to take the babies with me.

I wanted to take Amelia, too, because no matter the outcome, this is an historic election.

Since Grandma D. is here I didn't have to take the boys, and at 8:00 a.m. Amelia and I went to the polls. She wanted to vote, but was very good about it when I explained that only grownups can vote. I held her as I filled in the little ovals on my ballot, so she could see what I was doing.

Amelia watched me for a minute, then said, "What you doing, Mommy?" I explained that I was picking the people who would be in charge.

To that, my precious, precocious two-year-old replied, loudly enough for the entire room to hear, "I'M IN CHARGE!"

Everyone laughed. Me most of all.

Perhaps that's not a bad idea my sweet girl. We'd eat a lot of ice cream and spend entire weeks in our favorite jammies, and the world would probably be a happier place.