Infant Passports

Little-A and I took ourselves to London drugs this morning, after dropping Big-A off at daycare for my precious, once-a-week-with-only-one-kid day. We had to get passport photos done, as mine was up for renewal, and Little-A needed one for my Sister-in-law's Vegas wedding in September. (That's right, two kids under three to Vegas for the long weekend in the Fall. Can't you just imagine!)

Picture it: a six-week old baby, with head held upright and centred, eyes open and mouth closed, being held by Mom in such a way so as to hide Mom's shoulders or hands.

Do this while kneeling on the ground, twisted sideways, in between naps, feedings and during business hours.

This is the result.



He's definitely wearing his Old Man Face.

I hope it passes with Passport Canada.