When we first moved back to Montana, it took me three trips to the DMV before I could get our van registered. So when I went to the DMV earlier this week to register Waldo, I expected much of the same. The stars must have been aligned or something, because much to my surprise, I walked out of the office with plates in my hand. And not just any old plates, but permanently registered plates. As long as we live here in Montana, we will not have  to pay for Waldo’s registration again. You should have heard the kids squeal when they realized we will now be able to take Waldo on adventures. I still can’t hear right… 🙂