Poor Max came down with a short stomach bug yesterday. He and I spent a lot of time sleeping between tummy trouble times. He kept saying 'I'm a little bit sick' and 'I hurt my tummy mommy, give it kisses.'
Then all of the sudden, he woke up at 6:30, started demanding pretzels, and was in a healthy, good mood. He still went to bed on time and slept until 7:30. Even sick, he's a sweetie.
