Riley can now officially travel to Cuba without her parents and we will have no recourse to track her down unless we get on a boat with Michael Moore. We got her passport yesterday and Riley could win a competition for most absurd passport photo. It was taken at 3 weeks and it was a challenge to get her to keep her eyes open for the shot. We had never thought about how they take passport photos for newborns, and apparently, neither had the photo shop. What we settled on was laying her on the floor on one of her blankets, then feeding her to get her relaxed so that there was no crying. In order to get her eyes open we had the photo lady count down. When she reached zero, we yanked the bottle out of Riley’s mouth while she burned electrons with her digital passport photo camera. Hence, the pronounced pucker and look of shock in the photo. I’m hoping we don’t have to reproduce the look going through customs.
1 comment:
nice, please have her bring us back some fine cigars and a transmission for a 57 Chevy
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