Independence Day

This morning Jake got out of bed on his own (I could hear him groaning like an old man while he did it), went to his room (because he was in our bed, remember?), turned on his light, and got dressed all by himself. I had to interfere to veto a pair of shorts (stained playclothes can't go to school), but other than that, he did it all. Even down to his socks and shoes, something he usually struggles with (especially the socks).

He and I were both so proud, but only one of us had to leave the room to wipe tears out of our eyes. Chalk it up to hormones...again.