I've made a big mistake. I let Jace go nude when he was sick, just once. And that's all it takes. See, Jace is the kind of kid where you give him an inch, he'll take a mile. Every day since then, he's fought me about getting dressed. One day of allowing no clothes, and this is what I get. One of the days last week I couldn't get him to put his clothes on (you can force them on, but he'll just take them back off-- it's got to be his decision), and he finally fell asleep after a fit:
in the closet, laying in the baby car seat with the car seat blanket to cover him. Good grief.
Now, I don't have anywhere to be; I rarely go places, so it's not that big a deal. Come Sunday. I knew this was going to be a problem. That kid would not get dressed. So we did what we had to do to be early for prelude: we took him undressed. That 80 degree weather is long gone, and I'd estimate it was about 45 degrees outside. He was undeterred. He missed half of church, sitting in his car seat, purple lips, starting to shake from the cold. He's one stubborn kid. He just saw the picture of him and said, "Hey! That's me! That's silly!" . . .Amen.