Sleeping Sick Baby

My house is a death house right now.  All three of my boys, Jared included, have been SICK, SICK, SICK! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I won't get the plague too, because it doesn't look like any fun. (Although maybe it would be a further excuse to knit more!) My little Si-guy has refused to sleep on his own, so I have either had to lie down with him, or let him cuddle with me on the couch until he falls asleep and then unwrap myself from him.  I can't get up, or he'll wake up, but I can knit next to him. 

Yesterday the need to vacuum finally outweighed my desire to knit, so I sneakily got up from Silas's side and started pushing the old hoover around.  Silas woke, so I passed him a balloon to pacify him for a moment, and in seconds this was his state.  

Oh, he's so stinking cute!  I love him. It's no fun being sick, especially when you can't describe what hurts. Thank heavens for breastfeeding, because he hasn't eaten anything to eat for three days, but he will still nurse, so I know he's okay!