I've been doing our taxes on TaxCut software and realized that we can't write off Audrey until we get her a Social Security number. Some of you are saying, "now, they just sent me my kid's SSN. What's wrong with you?" Well, here's the deal. Audrey was a homebirth. For some reason, the birth certificate people and the social security people trust the over-worked folks who work at the hospital to file a true and accurate report of a live birth. But they don't trust a loving midwife and an un-drugged mother. So with Isaac, who was born at a birth center, and Audrey, who was born right here in the bathtub, we had to take the child to the government office and show them fifteen forms and letters from the midwives and our fingerprints and a blood sample and our FBI files to prove that the child (who looks just like Martin and is suckling at my breast) actually belongs to us. Do I rant?

So anyway, we got Audrey's birth certificate awhile back (the office for Pasadena is a whopping two blocks from our house) but I never thought to get a Social. So now I need one. I'm unhappy about it. But I'll try to get an appointment tomorrow. And I'll be sure to take a urine sample with me.