Sick little boy

So, the nasty bug that everyone has been talking about going around has struck our little man. He woke up this morning at 5:30, throwing up. Jeremy and I helped him through it, while his little tummy emptied itself, completely. It's such a helpless feeling to watch your child throw up. You know how awful it feels and that there's nothing you can do but be a comfort when it's over. He was so brave, and learned the signs that it was coming on, quickly. Even through all the yuckiness, he still managed to make me smile. At one point, I asked him if he was ok. He said, "I don't feel like saying much, right now." What a cutie, even sick! Derick didn't really nap much, and after some sips of Gatorade he started to feel better. Unfortunately, he got sick again this evening. I remember when I was sick, all I wanted to do was be near my loved ones. I'm guessing my son is similar because he finally just laid his head down on the couch and slept. I had to take a picture, because I don't get many opportunities to catch him sleeping! I hope he feels better soon.