When I was
a toddler it was enough that my name was listed in one of my parents passport and
then I was free to travel abroad (not alone of course). Now even dogs and new-born
babies need their own passport. I have
been told that the one for dogs does not have a picture on it, how is it a
proper passport then? Does it have Paw-prints?
The criteria’s
for a valid passport photo are: White background, open eyes, no hat or other
head-wear, no specs, but otherwise I think you can pretty much get away with a
murderous glint in your eye and a wry smile as long as it is not seen as making
a grimace.
So since we’re
an international frequent-flying family we had to get Baby M a passport. As you
might know Pappa Kas is not one to wait until the last minute, like myself, but
rather carry out boring tasks immediately. Which I agree on is the way to do
it, but as the queen of procrastination, I postpone or forget 50% of the things
on my “to-do” list.
Off we
went to the passport office with Baby M’s birth certificate and her highness herself.
She behaved all the way. She was in deep sleep, like her mum in front of the TV
at 10 pm, and could not care where she went as long as she could be cuddled up
inside a soft sleeping bag at the bottom of her pram.
At the
police station we picked a number, went to the photo booth and thought easy
peasy. We’ll just wake her up, take the photo, sign the papers and be out of
here in no-time.
Then we
went to work. Baby M was still asleep and so we had to wake her. We opened her
warm and comfy “sleeping bag”, we took off her hat, and we spoke softly,
whispered in her ear: “Please wake up, if you do we’ll reward you with warm milk
and a dry diaper”.We pinched her cheeks slightly and blew her softly in the
face- all to no response.
So we
lifted her up, tried to tickle her, speak a bit louder, cuddled her toes and
resorted to more drastic measures such as taking a cloth soaked in cold water
and dampen her cheeks and neck with it, praying that she would not get a cold.
Again no
response. Then our number was called and we took sleeping M to the lady at the
desk. We tried to explain the situation, but with closed eyes, no passport
photo was to be taken, and no passport issued.
The lady
gave us well-meaning advice: blow the baby in the face, speak to her, rub her
toes, lift her arms and so forth. It did not work the first time so it did not
work now either.
Our parking
ticket was about to expire, we had tried very hard to wake her ladyship, and
had almost given up, when the little queen glanced at us and clearly signaled: “give
me milk now, or I’ll never open my eyes again”.
By then everyone
in the queue, both the ones to register their weapon(s) and the ones there to renew their passports or
both, had commented rather loud on how “the boy” (ARGHHHH, it’s a girl!!!) was
sleeping so well and how mean it was mean her parents to wake her up for just a
photo.
Just as the
parking was about to expire we finally managed to get Baby M to open her eyes,
and after much struggle get her photo taken:
I have to
add that no baby was harmed in the process and she is now in deep sleep again
for only to emerge from her coma when milk is served.
Have a nice weekend!
Lady B
Have a nice weekend!
Lady B
Awww, bless! <3
ReplyDeletePassbilde av de små er et herk å ta!
Et tips neste gang er å gå enten ta bildene selv med en nøytral bakgrunn, eller gå til fotografen. Da Tiddy var baby dro vi til fotografen og syns det gikk greit. Da vi skulle fornye i sommer fikk hun sitte foran en sånn "passmaskin". Det resulterte med masse tårer fordi hun følte seg så presset til å sitte sånn og sånn, og gjøre sånn og sånn. Nå skal det sies at han passmannen var ikke den hyggeligste og nærmest kjeftet på hun fordi hun feks ikke lukket munnen. Neste gang tar vi passbildene selv. Ikke noe ålreit å tvinge det på ungene når de ikke forstår og er motvillige.
Takk for gode tips!
ReplyDeleteVi hadde ikke noe trøbbel da vi skulle fornye H's pass. Bortsett fra at de var skitsure de på passkontoret og tok røyke og kaffepauser i eninga i stedet for å gjøre jobben sin ... (mener jeg da! ;-))
Neste gang tar vi bildene selv vi også!