Not feeling well...

It was Saturday before Christmas Jake and Scott went to the mall to visit Santa. When they got home Jake was asking if he could go lay down. I knew something was wrong. He said he did not feel well. The next morning he was in bad shape. He laid around all day while we put the finishing touches on our house. i.e. picking up, dusting, vacuuming (sounded better than cleaning) We were fighting with a fever for most of the day. Poor guy, he really did not feel well. He is such a trooper. This picture is of him sleeping on Christmas Eve.
Would you believe he was up at 1:15am Christmas morning? Santa had already been to our house. I did not think we (oops, ME) would ever get him back to sleep.