Baby Canuck- August 25, 2011
I had heard getting a passport for a minor was an ordeal, but I thought, “It’s cool. We’re only going to Canada.” With the effort it took to get this passport, we might as well be going to Mars.
I paid for a certified copy of Charlotte’s birth certificate from the county Register of Deeds. I drove downtown a few months ago to get it. We thought we put it in the drawer with her Social Security card. Nope. Gone. Greyson and I spent a good hour tearing up every drawer in our house looking for it.
Okay, don’t panic. We’ll divide and conquor. We had 1 1/2 to make it to our passport appointment. We had to keep our appointment because the wedding we’re going to in Quebec is at the end of September.
I drove downtown, parked illegally, and ran past the courthouse dodging the bums and riffraff that hangout at the courthouse. (Yes, I know that last comment is judgemental and elitist, but I didn’t eat lunch and I was cranky. So shut it! I told you, cranky.)
Have you ever tried to take a passport picture of a squirmy 9 month old? My husband has, along with the staff at Kinkos. Oh, I didn’t mention it? Yeah, poor Charlotte was sick as a dog with a fever and these are the pictures that ensued…
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| Baby mugshots! (We went with the top one.) |
Greyson called me to tell me they had gotten the pictures. I had my notarized copy of the birth certificate and was running back to the car. No ticket for my stealth parking job! Things were looking up. We had 20 minutes. We pulled up at the same time, right on time. We are the world’s greatest parents!
Darlene was the darling federal employee who helped us at the passport office. She actually had the audacity to say to me, “Oh! Now I know you’re not making me get out of my chair!” She lazily rolled her fat butt up to the window, the chair’s wheels squeaking under her weight. I eyed her carefully. If she had said that we were missing any of the needed documents I would have snapped, SNAPPED DARLENE!
We paid to get the passport expedited so the Mounties won’t take our little American into custody at the border. She better love Canada, effing love it.
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hahahahah. i will hope for your sake, no teeth come in nor do any illness sprout up during that trip. ;P
It was an ordeal….at Fed/Ex Kinkos for Charlotte's pic, the manager asked an employee to help me. She says, "But, I'm not gooooood at it".
My thought…."you better become gooood at it, or I will rip the pen right off this little chain and stab you with it.
I was hungry too.
ROFL! awesome post but even more awesome comment by Greyson! 😎
This just promoted me to head out and get started on Eva's for this spring… I think you are super mom by the way!