Full Moon...

  Even though Easter is a few weeks away, it creates a little bit of panic in us that people in our church can understand.  When our first son was born, we bought every single adorable baby outfit we could find, holiday or not.  When our second son was born, if we saw a REALLY cute outfit, we would get it, especially for a big occasion.  By the time our third son came around, well...you get the idea.  What this meant was that our third little boy was wearing his brother's, BROTHER"S clothes for the most part.  This is quite typical and no big deal until there's a baby sister born and it's time for her to be Baptized.  The boys grew so quickly that their dress clothes hardly had time to get a wrinkle.  This being said, we didn't really think about shopping for new clothes for the big day.  When the time came for her baptism, we got her gown all ready, the boys were dressed and ready and we headed to the church.  I noticed that our youngest son's pants, ie. our oldest son's pants passed down two times, seemed to be really big on him.  I decided this wouldn't be a problem since my husband would hold him in front of the church during the baptism while I or the minister held our baby. The time came for us to go to the front and everything went according to plan.  In our church, after a baby is baptized, the baby is then walked up and back down the center aisle so the congregation can see.  When this time came, the three boys were invited to walk as well.  My husband and I stayed at the front of the church as proud parents beaming.  As the boys walked towards the back of the church following their baby sister, sure enough, our son's pants started to fall.  I grabbed my husband's arm and whispered, "Oh no.  No, no, no this is not happening."  As they kept walking, his pants dropped little by little with each step.  Giggles started to sneak from the congregation.  When they turned to come back, his pants had dropped to below his diaper.  As they kept walking, his little pants were down to his knees and eventually his ankles.  He scooted his tiny feet back to us as he unwillingly "mooned" the entire church.  Right there in front of God and everyone, our two year old mooned hundreds of people.  My husband scooped him up while hiking his pants back up as quickly as he could and a roar of laughter filled the walls.  To this day, people smile as they walk by saying, "Oh that's that little boy that dropped his pants!"
  Yes, as we begin to look for Easter outfits, the first thing we'll shop for this year is a belt.