In England and Wales, there is a legal requirement that you register the birth of your baby within 42 days of their birth. So, in true Jones fashion, we registered Lyoto at 44 days. Or thereabouts, I forget (like a lot of things lately). In any case, this time it wasn’t our fault and the register office systems were down for two days resulting in us being unable to book an appointment. Whatever, we failed to meet bucked the legal requirement trend and managed to register outside of the timeframe. The main point is, we did it. Lyoto is now registered on the register of births and he has his very own Birth Certificate.
I want to take a minute before I carry on to mention one of my major annoyances in life. The register office. So many people call it the registry office. It’s not. I know it’s petty but it’s the REGISTER office. It gets on my nerves no end when I hear people talk of the registry office, that they are getting married at the registry office, and so on. I have no idea why, it just does. It’s the office where the registers are kept. Not where you go around looking for things you’d like people to buy for you. REGISTER office. Yes, I have issues.
Anyway, back to the big day. Jensen and Lyoto were having a little chat about what was to come that day. I think Jensen was reliving his own Register experience here. Whatever they were talking about, it was secret. Lyoto clearly didn’t want me listening in…
We had our appointment at 9.30am and we registered quickly, Jensen threw Mini Cheddars all over the office and paid the lady for our certificates and then pocketed the change. He’s so smart already.
We posed outside for our photo and this time we were smart enough to use the timer!
The sun was so beautiful. I think it was shining just for our little Dragon.
Lyoto was dressed in his Hungry Caterpillar outfit for the occasion and he looked so cute ~ even if in true Jones style, his hat was too small for his head. What can I say? My boys have brains.
Outside Jensen decided to have a little run around in the garden and play hide and seek. “Count TEN, Momma!” is one of his favourite sayings at the moment.
After all that running around he suddenly realised that he was stood in a garden of daisies, and he picked some for his Momma. I love when he does that. They’re more special than a huge bunch of exotic blooms. A handful of daisy heads from your little boy can make your day.
We gathered our things and headed off home, mission accomplished. No more fighting the law for us….For now at least.
The events wore Lyoto out.
Our little hungry caterpillar is a legal person in England and Wales!