Still working on the dossier

No word from USCIS yet, but putting the dossier together is keeping me busy.

I'm sure you're curious.  Here's the list of what it entails:

-- Power of attorney (Marta)
-- Power of attorney (Ileana)
-- Husband's birth certificate
-- Wife's birth certificate
-- Marriage license
-- Criminal clearance, husband
-- Criminal clearance, wife
-- Medical form, husband
-- Medical form, wife
-- Financial statement
-- Letter of employment, husband
-- Letter of employment, wife
-- Letter from bank
-- Copy of title deed or mortgage
-- Three reference letters, one from government, one from church, one from community
-- Passport photos, husband
-- Passport photos, wife
-- Copy of husband's passport
-- Copy of wife's passport
-- I-171H approval from USCIS
-- Picture book
-- IHNFA application
-- Psychological evaluation, husband
-- Psychological evaluation, wife
-- Home study and agency licenses, letters, and written assurance
-- Letter from Honduran consulate

Every document has to be notarized, and the notary's commission should be good for at least a year.  Every document is then apostilled at the Secretary of State's office for the state in which the notary has his/her commission.  Use black ink.  Don't abbreviate.   Use full names.  Don't mess up.

We're fingerprinted

It's funny going through this process a third time around.  You'd think I would make no mistakes at all.  That I would get everything right.  Not this time.

We show up at the USCIS office downtown, park the car, and proceed into the building and through security.  It's like airport security, only you get to keep your shoes on, but they do scan whatever you are bringing in with you.  And here am I, walking in like I am totally with it, and the security guard calls me over.  "Ma'am, you've got something in your purse that we cannot allow in the building.  It looks like a pair of scissors.  Do not open your purse in front of me.  Just take the purse out of the building and dispose of the scissors."

I felt like a total idiot, like I had just fallen off the turnip truck.  Poor Jerry!  He ran my purse outside, took the scissors out, tossed them in our car, and ran back in.  We made it through ok after that!

The fingerprinting was a piece of cake after that.