When Daddy is in charge...

The first time J had to get Sam dressed on his own was when he wanted to take Sam out on a Saturday morning while I slept in.  When the two of them got home and I went to get Sam out of the carseat, I realized he had NO pants on!  J said he couldn't find any pants (what?) and so he just wrapped Sam's legs in a blanket.  "He was fine!" - J's response to my horror.

Today, J was again in charge of getting Sam dressed.  Here's what we ended up with.  (Keep in mind that the onesie Sam is wearing is the same onesie he wore to bed under his pajamas.)

Uh-huh...those are socks on Sam's hands.  J said that Sam didn't need a long-sleeved shirt/onesie b/c he put socks on his feet and his hands.  Basically, J put on the same pants Sam wore yesterday and then put 2 pairs of socks on him.

Here, take another look:

Here's a bonus pic of Sam.  We tried the crib again last night.  He lasted 2 hours and then at 2AM, I had to move him to his carseat.  At 5AM, I had to move him to our bed.  Ugh!

The mirror is a gift from his Aunt K-dog and Uncle Dave: