It's Official, Jake's a Mormon.

Wow, it did not take long for me to be humbled from my last post which pontificated on my vast mothering knowledge. Within 24 hours of that post, I was presented with one my most mystifying mothering challenges so far. Jake stopped going to school. He's getting old enough that I feel like I need to protect his privacy and not give the play by play of his life, but let's just say it has brought me to my knees, reduced me to tears, and confounded me in way that I haven't been, well since he was two weeks old and wouldn't stop crying.

It was touch and go on whether he would be well enough to be in attendance at his own baptism, but he came through and it was a beautiful day for him and us. Jake amazes me with his maturity and his goodness. I'm admittedly biased, but he is a great kid, despite the headaches and heartburn he caused me this week.
Jake watches the font fill up, hoping for warm water.

The official pre-baptism picture. If anyone can pull off white jump suits, these two can.
Jake makes his way around the confirmation circle.
Grandma and Grandpa with Jake.
Jake and his proud family.

What could be more appropriate for a baptism gift than nasty teeth? Thanks James and Tiffany for the comic relief.

The newest and cutest member of the Vista Peaks Ward. Thanks to Kacee for the his first "real" tie.The Fuddrucker's after party.It did not take long for temptation to get the best of Jake. He couldn't resist the urge to write his cursive name in Sharpie on DB's back. There's always repentance.