There was no prior styling.....no set up, no brush out. This is God-given, people. You can't fake it. You're just wishin' your hair had this much body :)
But if I lie in wait long enough and am patient I can catch a glimpse of this would-be identity thief. 
The crime? Forgery. 
It seems as though as soon as G realized that he had not had his behavior chart properly initialed, his wheels started turning. I can tell by the eraser marks that a job this neat took a while. Can you spot the impostor initials?
I couldn't say much because A) I was pretty impressed and B) I may have been known to fudge my mom's initials a time or two........or twenty on that ever so irritating homework agenda thingy in Mrs. Crew's class. Grant thought he was pretty clever with his quick thinking.
In his defense, when I called him out on it he really had NO idea that it was a "no-no" to forge my initials. When asked, "Who wrote this?" he was more than proud to immediately let me know that it was his very own handiwork. I hope this isn't a glimpse into future antics of hoodwinking. First grade felony forgery. They start so young nowadays.......
Cade was up first being that he is the oldest. Pastor Eric shared a little about our family and asked the boys, "What is the most important thing you could tell everyone today?" to which they responded, "Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior!" Amen! 
Rhett voiced his concern that Cade was not going to be able to hold his breath long enough to survive the dunk. I assured him that it was a quick dip and not a near drowning. 
And dip it was! I was lucky to catch Cade's little feet popping up out of the water. Everyone in the congregation chuckled and I was told that all you could see from the pew was his feet in the air. 
Grant went second. He was a little nervous but denied it when Pastor Eric asked him. I could tell by the way he kept running his hands along the baptistry glass. 
Ready to be dunked:
His little feet popped up out of the water as well!
We snapped a quick after-dunk picture. The first thing both of them said was, "PT (pastor Tom, our preacher) needs to get a water warmer in that thing!" They were shivering to the bone!
One quick partial family photo on the big day. It's apparent that hypothermia is setting in on Grant so we didn't have much time to snap :)
I thought a very neat thing about their baptism day was that we also did the Lord's Supper. Once you become a Christian and are baptized, you are allowed to partake. It was a neat thing to share both of those moments on the same day. Rhett was sitting in my dad's lap and dad whispered to him, "We're doing the Lord's Supper today." to which he replied, "Good. I hope it's hotdogs." When you have Rhett in your family even the most serious moments are tinged with laughter. Gotta love it! Thank you to all of the buddies that shared this day with the boys and to our family for sharing it with us as well!
I was a bit concerned sending him to school with his face being in the condition it was. The picture certainly does it no justice. He had a scab above his left eye with brusing and puffiness below, along with scratches on his right cheek that looked like a cat attacked him. We don't have a cat and I can't tell you the last time I saw one around here. I have no clue what happened to the child. None. Neither does he which really doesn't surprise me in the least. 
He wanted to have a back to school picture made with Tee-Tiny. I wonder if they teach proper baby holding technique in Pre-k class? I've been trying for 4 months now and it's just not sinking in. 
Good thing she doesn't seem to mind. So, for now, it's just me and Tee-Tiny holding down the fort on Tues/Thurs. I'm thinking about buying that "My Baby Can Read!" stuff that infommercial keeps trying to sell me during the day. That way, by the time she gets to go to Pre-K all the other kids will be looking at picture books and she'll be reading War and Peace and it will certainly be a direct reflection of my superior parenting. Honestly, we'll probably just end up at Publix. I don't want to overexert myself.
