Sunday, September 7, 2008

(Almost) International Man of Mystery

Knowing that at any moment we could win the Powerball and have to fly off to Bora Bora, Thailand, or somewhere equally as wonderful, and that we need to introduce Oliver to Man O War, we decided it was about time Oliver had a passport.

We secured a copy of his birth certificate from Beverly town hall. We filled out his passport application answering such difficult questions as weight: 12 pounds, 8 ounces; height 24 1/2 inches; occupation: small boy; employer: mommy.

Prior to his photo shoot at CVS we did one at home - here are a couple of our favorites.



Emily at CVS was very helpful and even remarked that he was significantly more photogenic than most adults that come though.


After getting pictures taken we headed to the West Newbury post office, the closest passport facilityto our house. At the post office we were reluctantly greeted by Kathy, disgruntalled postal worker, who, after checking the clock and finding it 10:49 AM, informed us that it was policy to stop accepting passport applications after quarter to eleven. Seeing from our faces that this was not going to be an acceptable answer, Kathy reluctantly agreed to process Oliver's application, only after we assured her that we had all the paper work in order. Four minutes and eighty seven dollars later we left, Oliver's passport application filed.

With his globe trotting future secured we took the Banana to the beach.

2 comments:

  1. This story cracks me up... as do Oliver's high-waisted pants. Ethan would like to come travel with Oliver - he too has his passport and is ready to go.

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  2. Oliver's beating Hannah. Despite getting her pictures done in June and having the application sitting on the fridge we still haven't actually applied for her passport. We better get going so she can join in on upcoming adventures with Oliver.

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