Progress?

Jake has been working on coming downstairs in the morning wearing clothes that...while not exactly matching...do not make me run from the room screaming, "MY EYES!  MY EYES!"

Next goal: How to wear a hat.

He cracks himself up whenever he takes off his stocking hat.

We've learned to say each Sunday morning, "Jake..BRING your hat.  Don't wear it yet!"  He's shown up Sunday morning with some doozies in the hair department.  Really, Mike should just leave a comb hidden in the bathroom at church for as often as he's had to remedy the situation.

You know what's so frightening?  I just realized I have NO IDEA what he looks like when he gets to school.

[shudder]