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KQ passport photo 053105

KQ passport photo 053105, originally uploaded by funnybone.

I know, I'm a bit thick in the Kendon photos today, but that's what happens when they're little-little...you take lots of photos. And THIS one is from the passport photo counter at Costco yesterday -- it's totally unusable for his passport, but the lady taking the photo was cracking up so much that I just had to buy it. Every time she tried to take Kendon's photo, he cracked this goofy beaver-tooth smile. Makes ya sorta wonder if he ever gets his picture taken, eh? Okay, duh, I know the REASON he hams it up in front of that flashing silver box is because his mother is a camera-happy moron who has flashed here and there and everywhere since the moment of his arrival.

But isn't that a face that just says, "Take my picture -- you know you waaaaaaannnnnt it." (For those non-Canadians / non-residents, that's a rip-off from a Cheez Whiz ad. And Cheez Whiz is to Canada as salsa is to Los Angeles.)

ANYWAY -- I am all over the place here -- probably has nothing to do with the fact that it is NOW 4:42 am and I have just spent the last four and a half hours curled up with Kendon nestled in the crook of my left arm on the little tiny sofa in his room because he was having a rough night (cold? molars? bad dreams?) so now I'm cold to the bone, I have a stiff neck, AND when I woke to put him back in his bed, I couldn't find my glasses -- not until I heard this cracking plastic sound underneath my gihugic ass. I found 'em. They're tweaked. Not broken, but tweaked. They're also only three months old. And they're gonna work, tweaked or not.

Here we go again -- I had to take Yaunna and the Boyz to Costco yesterday to get these dorky photos done because Immigration FINALLY sent us confirmation of our application for permanent residence -- HALLELUJAH -- after waiting for three years and one month. Today is the three-year, one-month anniversary of the date we made our initial application, in fact, so I'm quite apprehensive about what the final steps of process will entail. We have our "interviews" today at 1 pm, and I am just HOPING that this whole thing is finally over, that they really will decide to let us stay, that we're not going to be sent to the salt mines to mine salt for eternity (I don't think they really do that, do they? Do THEY?), that they will take the horrible photos in which we were NOT allowed to smile, and laminate them onto a little card that says, 'Permanent Resident.' THAT way I can go into the US and be allowed to reenter Canada without a hassle. You'd think I were a terrorist or something and not just a frumpy mom with a craving for American Oreos and Red Vines.

Watch out, Target! HERE I COME! Someone please let the conglomerate know that any Chapter 12 bankruptcy protection can be avoided now that I will be allowed back into the country to stabilize their monthly revenues.

SO when we had our dorky, unsmiling photos done, I shot two birds with the same stone and had Kendon's done for his passport. Needless to say, Passports Canada won't allow me to use this smiley photo (Canadians like to look tough for the rest of the world???) -- the gal was able to snap a less smiley photo eventually, but not until our giggling had attracted the attention of all the irritated new Costco members who were waiting rather impatiently in the line behind us for their own photos to be taken for their new membership cards.

I just had to buy a set of these -- how could I let her just erase this FACE? I bought a set of two, came home and laminated them both (yes, I have a business card-size laminator -- VERY fun), and now Daddy and I can carry smiley boy 'round to share to the world.

If this photo doesn't make YOU smile, then you should get your heart checked. Make sure it's ON.

posted by JSY @ 4:52 AM