Passport Problems for Anna Zane

Remember the birth certificate saga with Anna Zane's birth certificate?

Well, it appears the drama is not over.

A few weeks back we applied for a passport for Anna. We received a response today. Because she was born in the car on the way to the hospital, she is considered to have a non-institutional birth. Thus, we have to provide several original documents supporting her birth. For adoptive families, original documents are difficult to come by, but we are thankful we have three. So we are hoping this is sufficient.

However, thanks to our time in the trenches with the state government during the birth certificate process, we are concerned about the hiccups the adoption details will bring in the passport process. Mainly, our original documents from the day of her birth all list her given name at birth which is not her legal name. We changed it when we adopted her.

We plan to overnight these documents, and have asked our adoption agency to write an official letter about her adoption and any original documents they may have supporting our claim. We have 90 days to work this out.

Prayers please.

Anna-isms #6

When you ask Anna her name, she replies: "Anna Zane Worry." Always. It's never just "Anna"; it's always the whole name.

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She knows my first name: Em-o-wee. And her Daddy's name? Uncle Bryan, of course. She also calls her great-grandfather Uncle Gene instead of Papa Gene.

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When she puts coins in her piggy bank, we tell her the name of each coin. She repeats, etc. However, for dime, she often says diamond. Hey, a girl can hope. I suppose if you have enough dimes, you can buy a diamond . . . .

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I asked Anna: Want to put on your pants? (She likes to take them off at home all. the. time. Since it's been chilly, I've encouraged pant wearing.)
She responded: No, thank you, but thanks for asking.

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When picking out shoes or clothes, I always give her choices. Recently, she was pulling shoe choices on her own. Of the four pair on display, one was out of the question. As I was about to tell her that the pink strappy sandles were not happening, she looks at me dead serious, cuts me off by saying, "Mom. Calm down."

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When the babysitter asked her what she thought I was going to buy Bryan for Christmas, Anna said after some thoughtful consideration: A big bike. A big Bible because he's my big Papa.

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Anna regularly carries around a paperback Webster's dictionary that's really her Big Book of BooBoos. (Thanks Doc McStuffins.)

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She's really into:

• Pretending to brush her doll's teeth
• Asking for Pepto because her "tummy hurts real bad." (Due to medication from the infamous car sickness episode. Apparently the children's Pepto is candy flavored.)
• Cheese, almonds, and blueberries
• Watching shows (Paw Patrol at the moment)
• Playing house
• Gummy bears
• Unwrapping Advent presents
• Christmas lights
• The neighbor's cat, whom she calls her "pet"
• Orange juice
• Singing "Jingle Bells"

I've also written some posts on the Fort Worth Moms Blog that mention my little sweetie. Here's one about her music class. And another about our life as a transracial family. Oh and an exciting one about her potty training successes. Finally, a bit about our adoption story. Clearly, I've been busy. Ha!

Here is a pic of another favorite past time: playing in my make-up. The lone tear is left over from me making her put up my "good" blush, if I remember correctly.