Noah's First Mug Shot

I never realized how hard it is to have an American citizen outside of America. I mean, if Noah was born in America then when he came out they would have slapped a "Made in USA" sticker on his butt and handed him a Social Security card and it's over. As of right now, at this very moment, Noah is nothing. He is a man without a country. Truly, he is an alien.

He is illegally in this country because in order to get him a visa he needs a passport to put it in.

In order to get a passport, he has to get a certified birth certificate in English.

In order to get a certified birth certificate in English, he has to get his one in Arabic translated into English.

But wait! He doesn't have one of those yet. He only has a birth record. Which basically says that he was caught at this time, on this day, at this place, by this doctor.

Oh, somewhere in there was a "gotta get a certificate of birth abroad." So Noah, mind you he is only 6 weeks old and can't even hold up his own head, has to appear before the consulate tomorrow and swear that all the information he provided was true and swear allegiance to the USA.

The cool thing about this whole thing is that Noah will have a passport before he has a Social Security card. Before Noah turns a year old, he will have possibly visited 5 countries. Three for sure. My kid will have his own baby passport!

That is cool! Anyways, here is his passport picture. They told us that he has to be recognizable in the photo. Wouldn't you say he was "recognizable?"