I have been terribly dreadfully miserably sick since Wednesday. And today is Monday. Night. Count them, that is six days. Two of which I had to take off work. And do you think Benjamin cares? Is he a considerate little fellow who took right too his bed because mama needed a rest? Nooooo. He most certainly did not. Being sick while having to take care of someone else was a new one for me, and really not that much fun, in case you are wondering. And he was a tiny bit sick too, but either a) not nearly as sick as me or b) he is such a good natured uncomplaining little trooper that I should be ashamed of myself. But really, he does seem to be pretty happy and normal, just a little nose drippy and cough-y. Not like me, where the only plausible solution seems to be to cut off my head, which is where all the problems are. But I kept trying to find ways to entertain him that did not involve me getting off the couch, and came up with this brilliant strategy:
Pretty clever, eh?