Recovery time

For the past few days, Sam has been pretty sick. Between Sunday night and Tuesday night, we did not have our happy, non-stop action boy. Instead we had a sickly, but snuggly miserable boy. It was heartbreaking to behold. Of course, even at his sickest, he was happy to ham it up in his new monster shirt from Auntie Betsy. "It has eight eyeballs. Isn't that silly?"
Today, he's finally seemed to turn the corner. Fever's down and pain seems to come less often. So, we have a recovery day at home. But as opposed to Monday and Tuesday, we do need a little entertainment. Sam has preferred to draw in his workbooks all day. As he puts it, "I love to color so much." His favorite type of workbooks are the math ones, but he's not kidding about the coloring. Here are some of the pages he colored on the flight back from Philadelphia last Tuesday.

Today, it's mostly numbers, and in spite of a minor injury* we've made it through half of the workbook in one continuous sitting. It's a bit much (for me), but I'm happy to have my sweet, (mostly cheery) beautiful boy back.*And that minor injury I mentioned? "Mommy, a crayon poked me in the eye. For real, Mommy."