Boys

As I walked down the hallway to my room to get Jake after I finished teaching lessons (remember last week I found him weight lifting...) I heard rock music blaring again. I was preparing to chide him since we told him he's not allowed to listen to that station. But when I walked in the door, I found this:

For a second I worried that he might be hurt, but no...he was just asleep. The dark spot on the bed to the right of him is 3 matchbox cars lined up neatly in a row. He was OUT.

This is Jake in his classroom, giving me his self-conscious scowl while holding up the "teacher needs our attention" sign. I think he's pretty cute in his Hawaiian shirt uniform (for Fridays).

In the evening, he wanted to help me decorate the house for fall. Mark came in from the garage and informed me that Jake had accidentally spilled the box, and the pilgrims were injured.

In other news...we are packing up and heading out (for real this time!). We'll camp tonight and ride tomorrow. We listened to the Padres heartbreaking loss on the radio, and we'll leave here at halftime for the USC game, and finish listening on the radio.