Poor little guy, but wow...

Michel just got over a really bad cold. Tonight he was kinda sluggish lying on the couch and wanted to go to bed early. Then he came back down wimpering - the wimper that always means he's about to toss his cookies. Tonight, he had to deal with constipation first, and then an upset tummy.

To his credit, he took care of everything he needed to, and then wanted company to go back to bed. I never thought I would see him so independent when he's not feeling well. I never expected to be beaming with pride over a doubly upset tummy! It's very confusing to feel bad for him, and so proud at the same time.