Morgan Cayes is now officially born (he got his birth certificate) and has received his passport! Getting the passport was easy - we just went to downtown Seattle to the passport agency and submitted all his paperwork. Getting his passport photo, however, was another story.
We called several shops and finally went to a Bartell Drugs to take Morgan's passport. The woman taking the photo was an older, grandmotherly type who clearly was uncomfortable using a digital camera. She pulled a white screen down in front of the shelves displaying razors, and told me to hold Morgan arms length away from me sitting straight up. Now, have you ever tried to hold an infant sitting straight up? It doesn't happen, he's a bobble head. Morgan started wailing and quickly gets totally worked up. So the lady finally says she can lay him down, and we're holding this screaming infant at arms length thinking "why didn't you say that to begin with?" But then she pulls out a whiteboard, puts it on the floor of the drugstore, then tells us to put Morgan on the floor on it. ohmygod. Morgan likes this arrangement less than we do, and the lady literally stands there looking at her digital camera with her hand on the button not taking the photo! Finally she works up the courage to push the button. The photo is terrible, Morgan's eyes are squinting and his mouth is wide open from screaming.
I call a halt to the whole mess and haul off to the pharmacy to feed Morgan and try to calm him down in private. In the pharmacy I whip out the girls and slap Morgan on, not caring about the looks. Then, as Morgan quiets down, there is a massive fart. Then another one. And another one. Morgan's farts literally echo throughout the store, and now he definitely needs a change. But he's relaxed now, so I run him over to the lady for a final shot for the photo.
The lady is busy, so I wait patiently. Along comes some crotchety old man who wants to look at the razors, which are still covered by the white screen. He looks at me, the lady holding a sleeping baby, and makes it clear that he thinks I should be the one to raise the screen. I guess he can't do it himself. Then he walks all over the whiteboard, which is still on the floor, upon which I'm supposed to lay my newborn to take his photo. uggggg. Finally the lady comes back, aims the camera at Morgan (who is sleeping peacefully), and freezes. She's not taking the photo! Mike is behind her ready to explode. Finally, she pushes the button, the photo is good enough, and we are so out of there.
For Morgan's first trip outside the house, this was a little nerve-wracking, probably more for mom and dad than for Morgan. In the future, I will do my homework the next time I have to take passport photos!
The photo of Morgan here in his bear outfit would have been such a better passport photo!
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