Skip to main content

Preschoolers and Passport Pictures…Good Luck!

It’s that time again….five years are up, and we need to renew our passports. No passports, no trips to Canada (and that is not going to fly with Grandma! Hi Mom!).

Passport renewal for Pierre and me is pretty straight forward. Take the pictures, fill out the forms, pay the fee, send it all in. Not hard, right? Ha! Not so simple…..see, we live in the U.S., and we need Canadian-sized passport pictures. Surprise, surprise, Canada does not use the same picture template as the U.S. Hmmm…..wrench in the monkey-works. Thankfully, I have a very smart husband who found a photo shop (thank you Google) that specializes in passport photos of all sizes (any Canucks in our area reading this? I’ll email you the address). Problem solved.

Since Pierre and I were getting our photos done, we thought it was high time to get the boys their Canadian passports too. So, pictures, forms, fee…right? Not so fast. Turns out, the boys need proof of Canadian citizenship first (makes sense), then Canadian passports next. Ok. I know, I know, they are four and three years old; this should have been taking care of ages ago. I need to move it, move it (are you singing the song in your head now?). Here’s the BUT…to get Canadian Citizenship, the boys need a picture I.D. (picture I.D. for a preschooler???!), which means getting their U.S. Passports. Are you still following? It goes like this: U.S. Passport, Canadian Citizenship, Canadian Passport (and a whole lotta money in fees), done !

Ever try to get a passport picture of a preschooler? Not an easy feat. My boys are not the easiest to get pictures of to begin with. The four pictures on our Christmas card this year took about 100 takes (no exaggeration). It went something like this:

“Alright cuties, look at the camera and smile….o.k. sweet-peas, look at the camera and smile. No funny faces, please. Boys, look at the camera and smile. No. Leave your brother alone. Look at the camera and smile. Finger out of your nose, please. Look at the camera….” LOOK AT THE $#&*@!*! CAMERA AND SMILE!!! (don’t worry, this last one was not said out-loud.)

Now for the passport photos, Pierre and I were telling the boys to look at the camera and NOT smile. Huh?

Ben’s first response was, “Ok. I’ll make a funny face.” He demonstrated by sticking out his tongue.

“No buddy”. We told him. “No tongue. A serious face.” To this he knitted his brows together, and gave us a glare.

This was going to take awhile….

In the end, we got it. Ben took about ten takes (thank goodness the photographer was patient). Nicholas, miracle of miracles, got a good one on the first shot. Let’s see that happen again.

We now have enough adorable little mug shots (please, don’t let that be a glimpse of the future), for two passports and one citizenship application, each. Fees: $$$$. Patience: Gone. Dual-Citizenship: Priceless.

P5220011
Look at the camera and smile!!!

xo Naomi

P.S. Caterpillar update: All five are busy metamorphosing in their new home, surrounded by yesterday’s macaroni art.

P5230001

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Funny Medicine

So, after blogging about Ben’s ear infection, a good friend messaged me on Facebook with a unique remedy for ear pain. She’s had a ruptured eardrum, so if she says that this works, I’m inclined to believe her. Here’s the message: “If Ben complains about pain, take an onion and mash it as you would a potato. Then, wrap it in something and heat it in the microwave till it’s hot (not hot like I'll burn you if I touch it, but hot). Take it out of the microwave and wrap it in a towel (don't worry you can wash it out after), put it on a pillow and then have Ben put his sore ear on it. When he no longer feels the heat, move a piece of towel away so he is one layer closer to the onion.” What do you think? Neat, eh? My pediatrician recommended a few drops of olive oil in the ear to ease pain. I’ve tried it with Ben, and it seemed to give him some relief. I’m going to try the onion. Why not? It’s an alternative that just might work. And I think that Ben would find it kind of fun to put...

Here we go….

I’ve been wanting to start a blog for a while now. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about starting it, talking about starting it, tinkering with the layout (and that was hard because I am basically a computer-dummy), and now, writing it. Is anyone actually going to read what I write on here? Maybe. Well….my mom will read it (Hi Mom!). Regardless, I do have a purpose to starting this, and here it is: Deciding to be a mom was one the very best decision that I have ever made (second only to marrying Pierre), and I want to share that. The time spent being home with my boys goes by so fast. Ok….let’s rephrase that….actual days can seem endless (and there are definitely times when I call Pierre at work, and tell him not to dare come home without wine. Or chocolate. Or both!!), but still each day, each week, seems to be going by faster and faster. I blinked and my youngest went from being a baby to turning three years old this coming Tuesday. And the next time I blink he’ll be thirty-three!...

Caterpillars Are Friends

After all the complaining about ticks, I probably should try to show that I am a friend to most creepy-crawlies. So, allow me to introduce to the newest members of our family….five Painted-Lady Butterfly caterpillars.   Nicholas received these little critters for his birthday from our very good friends Kim & Brad, and their three awesome kiddos.  (Kim used to teach preschool…can you tell?). They came as part of a Live Butterfly Garden and Hatching Kit. We ordered our caterpillars online (anyone interested? Check out www.insectlore.com ), and within three days our caterpillars were delivered to our front porch (I wonder what the postman thought of that? Hope he doesn’t mind larvae!). The boys and I followed the directions in the box, which pretty much amounted to leaving the hungry little bugs alone, (Nicholas needs frequent reminders. He likes to turn the jar upside-down. Can caterpillars have heart attacks?), and in a few more days we should have five little chrysalid...