You know how the story goes. The first born child gets all the attention, all the photos, all the neurotic parenting...and then the second child comes along and life relaxes. Apparently in my case that meant relaxing so much as to have NO idea where I put Brea's birth certificate...a necessary document for the start of pre-school next week. I have: her SS card, the receipt from her emergency trip to the hospital at 10 days old for treatment of Jaundice, a letter from our state representative wishing us congrats on her birth, a copy of the newspaper the day she was born. But no birth certificate. In fact I don't remember ever even receiving said birth certificate. I mean one would think if I had I would have put it in the same spot as all the other important documents in our lives...marriage license, Lexi's birth certificate, the dog's vet records...you know, all the important stuff. But as everyone who has gone through the first few weeks of new parent life knows, one's memory of that time after the fact isn't necessary always historically correct on how things REALLY were. But I digress.
So yesterday Brea and I took a field trip to the state office of vital records to request a copy. Luckily we now live a short 15 minute drive from said offices. And it gave us a chance for a photo opp in front of the Iowa State Capitol.
I've now lived in Iowa 11 years and I don't know that I will ever (even now that we see it more often) get tired of the beauty of the capitol building. Next summer the girls and I are going to make a point of going look INSIDE the capitol.
It's the 3rd day of school and I'm already making a list of "things to do next summer." Nice. As much as I love fall and the return of school I'm obviously having a little trouble letting go of the freedom of summer. Maybe just a little...