So, I finally made it to the DMV to switch my license. I should have given it up when I got out of the car and noticed that Maya had wiped her nose all over my shirt, again. I made it through the line and waited the 15 years for them to call my number while Maya amused herself by attempting to pull off all the leaves of the closest ficus tree. Finally my number is called and I carry up my 300 pieces of identification only to be informed that my birth certificate is unacceptable. The lady behind the counter told me that it is lacking some numbers that the hospital is supposed to put on there. I pointed out that this birth certificate was good enough for a Florida license, a Tennessee license and even a passport, when she told me that I could use my passport as a replacement for my birth certificate. The passport that I obtained with the unacceptable birth certificate.
Keeping her occupied.
Keeping her occupied.
Cooking and still refusing to give up her "treasure".
Learning why it is bad to throw baby wipes all over her room.






























