Here’s the little guy’s pictures.

The guy at Walgreen’s – (yes, don’t go get them done “professionally” like my mom did and pay over 30$ dollars for them people! ) was so silly. He was the kind of person that didn’t give a hoot what people thought of him OR he was just one of those people that I call “unaware”. By the time Clive and I were done with getting these taken, he had sang at least three 80’s songs (loud), somehow got Clive’s finger in his mouth (ew) and offended another lady customer waiting in line. That was the fun part of the day. In the morning we waited in a very long line to get his birth certificate. Not as much fun. I thought maybe he could just take his morning nap in the stroller. I must have lost my marbles thinking such a thing. There were at least 4 other mom’s that had that same idea- except those babies were all crying. We waited 2 hours. There were 6 windows that could have been open, but on a monday morning – only 2. And then there was that 3rd mysterious window where you are wondering, “why isn’t she helping anybody?”. I was just hoping she would catch my eye at the time I wasn’t glaring at her, and see my agony and call me forth…. but alas, the 2 hours went slowly by. And then there was the gorilla sized guard that was yelling, “no credit cards!” – which was all I had. But of course we made it and lived to tell about it. If Clive wasn’t on his last shred of life when we walked out, I would have been a proud as a poppy walking past the line that was now as long as a block!

I am imagining this whole scene in Arabic right now….. :)