
Pip has started doing this funny tongue thing--he sticks his little tongue out all the time. It really cracks me up!

Pip rolled over onto this little basket and got it stuck on his big head. At first he was really frustrated, but when he noticed us laughing at his plight, he, too, decided it was funny.

THE DISCOVERY OF THE DOOR STOPPER!! It happened at about 12:30 one night. D was not amused (he was trying to go to sleep), but I was.

Fun times with feet!
I'm on hold right now with the Social Security office
again. I'm working on getting some documentation for my baby. My (almost) eight-month-old baby. Because right now I have no documentation that this baby exists.
No joke. I have no birth certificate, no social security number, no passport. Not even a blessing certificate. (We recently got our Church records transferred, and Pip was not included in our family.) I have spent many frustrating hours on this issue. I haven't yet filed 2007 taxes because I don't have an SSN for Pip. How did this come about?
I felt awesome after Pip was born and would've been thrilled to leave the hospital that very day, but they wouldn't discharge Pip (hospital policy requires that all newborns stay for 48 hours). By a stroke of luck, the next day was New Years and because of the holiday (and short-staffing, I imagine), they let us go after 24 hours, yippee! A few of the procedural things fell through the cracks though...like Pip's weight at the time of discharge (who cares??) and the form for the birth certificate (again, who cares, since we didn't have his name picked out anyway).
So two weeks later when we were sure about his name, I called the hospital birth recorder and asked for the form, which she sent, we filled out, and returned. A few weeks later I received a sample copy of what Pip's birth certificate would look like. Oops, it had a mistake on it! Apparently, no woman has ever kept her maiden name after she got married--well, the fact that I kept my maiden name is apparently too difficult for the forms or the county or the people typing in the info to handle, because my name on the form came out like this: First Middle Maiden Maiden Last. I IMMEDIATELY called to rectify the situation; supposedly it was corrected, and I waited to hear back, and nothing. I called again, explained, supposedly corrected the situation, waited, and nothing. And again. And again. Etc. And here I am again. I've spoken with the hospital birth recorder, vital records, and social security probably two dozen times. Wow, the incompetence astounds me!
But, hey, this post isn't about incompetence anyway. It's about the No-Document Baby. I just can't believe that he doesn't exist. I mean, I get to see his sweet smiles and hear his giggles every day. I get to watch him splash in the tub and laugh at his big sister. I get to listen to him coo and watch him bat his eyes at me. Who could ever believe that he doesn't exist?
