In November, I picked up on the project and got my passport photos taken. See HERE for them in all their mugshottedness.
We then decided that we would not go visit Mickey and the princesses in December, and I really should have gathered up the completed application and photos and fired that puppy off.
I don't know if this started my postal paranoia but I do have a bit of a history with passports and the post office. In 2002, my parents announced they were taking the whole family on a cruise to Hawaii and we needed a passport for the J Boy, who would be 10 months at sailing. Mine was in my maiden name and I thought I may as well get that updated to reduce the chance of border complications, though it was strictly speaking not required. So I put together my application for name change and included my existing, valid passport. In a separate envelope, I inserted J's completed application.
About 75 hours before our trip, I made my daily check to see if our credit card had been charged and saw that it had! That meant it has just been touched by human hands. Now just a scavenger hunt to find my application and some expeditious treatment by some earnest passport office employees and I had my passport in hand.