Gone are the days when an infant could be included on her mother's passport. (There's a great shot of my then-baby sister next to my mom's head in Mom's circa 1979 passport.) Rosie, being our daughter, needs a passport, and one of her very own. It took several tries to get Rose to look at the camera, and to cleverly disguise my hand supporting her head, but here's the result:
(Andy Warhol, anyone?)
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