Apparently Jake's understanding of Jesus is growing and developing. The other day he woke up from a nap kinda grumpy (like Tyler, Robin) and was huddled on his bedroom floor, cold. I came in the room and he said, "Mom, wait. I'm talking to Jesus." Then, looking up: "Jesus, will you turn my fan off?"
A few days before that, he had come out of the bathroom. I asked if he had washed his hands. He said, "But I asked Jesus to wipe them for me."
Hmmm... I love the earnest, comfortable talks he's having with the Lord. And he knows he can go to Him for help. I did try to explain that the Lord helps us through other people (mommies) and that He wants us to obey when mommies ask us to wash hands. Interesting...

with the birthday cake we made for Daddy (who just turned 33!)