Grad School Graduation Number One!

WE DID IT! That's right, we! I haven't decided on my new title just yet, but Rusty is a MASTER! whoo hooo! We went out and celebrated last night, and today he walked that stage. One more semester and he'll be a master again. No idea what that does to a person. Here is some photographic proof.

Rusty finished up his final final for the semester at 4ish and we took off at about 7ish for a night with friends! Gotta' love having a Grandma in town.

 I love this picture of Judah! Andrew is being a puppy, and Judah is being... Judah. It's perfect.

 The puppy.

 My boys.

 GRADUATION DAY! Andrew packed his bag with quiet toys and snacks so that he could make it through the very long ceremony. He was a champ.

 Oh, the cuteness.

 This is Dr. Cole, being introduced to the boys' cars.

 They read the hymnals.

 Andrew yelled, "DADDY!", loud enough for Rusty to hear. 

 Judah took this of himself while we played outside after watching Rusty walk.

 The tyrant, killing time until the thing ended.

 This picture captures Judah too... He had just shoved his hand up my skirt and gotten caught in Rusty's robe. Oh, real life.

 Pictures lie... but I like it.

 Old Testament comrades.

Congratulations, graduates!