No Progress

Well, I'm starting March off with a whimper. Mrs. Jogger isn't feeling well, so I decided to stay home this morning to help the little Joggers get ready for school. They are pretty self-sufficient -- they make their own breakfasts and lunches, and pick out their own clothes. However, it's nice to have an adult around to referee the inevitable fights ("You two stop not touching each other!") and deal with the inevitable crises ("What do you mean you can't find your head? It was screwed on yesterday.")