Birth Certificate

I was excited to get Max's birth certificate.

Max?

Not so much.
But he pretended for me.
While at the health department, we ran into a girl and her baby boy from our Lamaze class. Her son is a month younger than Max. She exclaimed, "I thought I was the last one!" Nope. Leave it to us. We're just glad we remembered it before we moved.

Garrett and I are surprised at how little was on the New Jersey birth certificate. Just names. Garrett was born in California, so his is detailed. It even lists his parents' occupations. Born in Oklahoma, mine is less extensive, but it at least mentions my parents' ages and my mom's maiden name. New Jersey? Fuggedaboudit.