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USCIS Fingerprint Day

We have officially been fingerprinted by the 
United States Citizen & Immigration Services Department!
They were very fancy fingerprints, done directly onto a pad that connected our prints to a computer screen image. Unfortunately, to get this done we had to drive over two hours to St. Paul, by 8am, to get them done. Not the way I like to spend a personal day - getting up early, having a 15 min. appointment, and having to drive a lot - so we made it into a fun family outing.  

 Caleb's birthday is in a week and a half, and had asked to go miniature golfing, so what better than head to Mall of America for a little golf outing and amusement park riding.
Thanks to a very generous friend, she hooked us up with some free wristbands to the park & golfing. 
Thanks much Jen!!! 
 My Mom works in St. Paul, so she watched Caleb during our brief appointment and then followed us over to the MOA. Caleb was very excited to have Oma along. I love that Caleb loves being with his Grandparents!!! 
Jon won the game, but I wasn't too far behind him...
even though I kept making epic shots like this one...


 Making sub notes for work, and taking a whole personal day just for fingerprints - not so much fun.
But spending time with my family today was priceless! 
 We had a great time!
 Caleb also spent a lot of time in the lego store, which is one of his new favorite things.
He really wanted lego people, so that his legos could now "come to life". 
He was SOOOOO anxious to get home so he could play with his new little superman set - it included two "people" figurines.
He was doing such a good job putting them together, I was bummed I had to run off to play practice instead of watching him. It's great fun watching his mind work, trying to figure the mechanics all out. 
He is such a blessing.

Thanks for a great day USCIS, Jon, Caleb, and Mom!


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