January 27th

Well, you went to school today...that's something.  I couldn't work though, I actually can't believe the pressure that I've got going on in my head.  Anyway, they said you were totally fine at school, not a snot to be seen...but when I picked you up to go have lunch with Grandmom and Grandmapa you fell asleep before it even left the oven!  Do you just save it all for me?  I suppose that's sweet in it's own way...

We came home and I couldn't be vertical.  Steph blew up the air mattress for us and we watched The Little Engine...three times.  Then we watched truck stuff...then we played on ABC Mouse (by which I mean you watched the "a is apple" video so many times that they stopped giving you tickets for it) and went up to bed.  You've actually been sleeping beside me while I caught up on the blog (sick and blogging don't get along so well) and you seem to be breathing fairly normally, and dreaming about trucks and ice cream...and not about the jeans you wouldn't let me change you out of tonight.  Sleep sweetly sweet boy.  One more day of inside and then we'll be all better, k?  I just love you like crazy...let's go enjoy things that aren't in this house again soon!

January 26th

Well, let's see.  We're still sick...there's that.  Snot was sucked, showers were taken, feet were shoved in buckets while relaxing in arm chairs... A box of popcicles was consumed...Hmm...am I missing anything?  Oh yes.  Trucks.  Trucks and animals wrestling.  If Jacob isn't a poster pup for dogs that should be therapy dogs, I'm not sure who is...Look at you calling them inside though!  I could just eat you right up...right up in your overalls and all...

http://youtu.be/y08etNo0fZo

So, tell me...is there a reason that you refuse to sleep?  Better yet, is there a reason why you refuse to sit through me reading you a story, but insist on watching book after book after book (over an hour, Man) of me reading books on youtube?  Ya know, things to ponder...We're truth seekers up in here...