Making It Official

We took a trip to the county seat (Hillsborough) yesterday to get copies of the boys' birth certificates. (And yes, one of the ladies there teased us about waiting until they were fourteen months old to do that!)

It turned out to be a very easy process. The offices are new and shiny and quiet, in the same building as the Weaver Street Market (local grocery co-op, cafe, and general hang-out). We didn't have to wait in line or anything; just filled out a quick form, handed over some cash (they don't take checks or credit cards!), and got the documents.

I was excited to get the official copies, but I was disappointed to discover that the horrible resident who was in charge of my care when I was on hospital bedrest has his name on the birth certificates as the attending doctor. (Mike tells me that I am not allowed to use white-out on it, as that may compromise the legal status of the documents. Bummer.)

I won't put his name up here, but for a pseudonym you could use Dr. "I won't listen to your concerns because you're just a stupid woman" or Dr. "If you were in labor, the pains would be higher up in your back...oops, you're seven centimeters dilated and about to have a baby!" (There were so many better choices to sign the birth certificate -- how about the anesthesiologist who held my hand when I was scared, before they let Mike into the room? Or the attending doctor who took the time to explain the procedure and tell us about his child's stay in the NICU? Or the other attending doctor who actually listened when I said the reason my blood pressure was sky high was because I hadn't stopped crying since the previous night? I would have been proud to have any of their names alongside our sons.) But, I digress...

Anyhow, after we accomplished our Official Documents mission, we strolled around Hillsborough. There's not all that much of a downtown (and we didn't feel comfortable browsing art galleries with our big stroller), but we found an adorable little bookstore with a great kids section (mostly for kids a few years older than ours, though), and of course we had to stop at a place called Matthew's Chocolates. Mike had a cinnamon pastry, and I had a cookies & cream Locopop drizzled in chocolate. It was SO GOOD. Absolutely delicious chocolate, and the ice cream was just right for a hot day.

And on our way home we took the boys to yet another BBQ experience (Allen and Sons). They were wonderfully well-behaved the entire trip.