Sick boy

My poor baby is really sick. He's got the "pee-butt", a term that my good friend, Mindi Moo, has come up with. He's also thrown up twice this morning. It was awful. I could smell it before I even opened his bedroom door. I felt terrible too... He had been crying for me for about 10 minutes and I was taking my time to go get him. (Okay, I was in my bed, cozy as could be and desperately hoping he would fall back asleep.)
I hate how he doesn't feel well when he is sick, but he is so sweet to me in that time. He cuddles with me and wants me to hold him. At about noon he fell asleep in my arms. He and I took a nap on the couch for a whole entire hour. I can promise you it was one of the best hours of my life. I just laid him down in my bed about a half hour ago. He's still sound asleep.
I, of course, called into work to stay home with him. The manager on duty also has a young child. She asked me if I had any pedialyte. I realized then that I didn't. So, when Dru threw up the second time I called his dad to see if he would bring us some. (First, I didn't want to take sick Dru out into the 31 degree weather. Second, I didn't want him throwing up in the car.) I called Dru's dad 17 times and left three pleading text messages. 45 minutes later he called me back... but I had figured something out in that time. (Evidently, it is his day off, and he likes to sleep in on his days off. By sleep in, I mean like 1 in the afternoon.)
So anyways, ran to Wally world and got what we needed to us just in time. Because just as he left to return to work Dru woke from his first nap early this morning. I gave him about a dozen teaspoons of the orange flavored pedialyte and it has been a good three or four hours since he threw up. Yeah!

Okay, wel I hear him moaning in the room behind me. I think the poor little guy has woke up.