Sick Days

On one of Cannon's sick days (remember: ear infection, cold and cutting a tooth?) I set up the bedroom with everything we could possibly need. We read books. Played with my cell phone. And built towers.

. . . until we just couldn't play any more. Isn't this the most pitiful face you've ever seen?

Then, to add insult to injury, later that day Cannon proceeded to go from sitting to crawling and face planted into the blocks, giving himself his second ever fat lip (the first one was more my fault). Poor kid.