After he felt "so much better" this morning and actually wanted to eat/drink something, I gave him some chocolate almond milk.
An hour later, I found him on the floor of the living room and he didn't look so hot. I offered to carry him (all 44 lbs of him) to our bed. He agreed. Within 10 seconds of putting him in our bed, he threw up the chocolate milk without any warning whatsoever. He started throwing up again, but I already had him in my arms like a baby headed for the toilet. I consider it a huge success that only 2 drops got on the carpet! Most of it got on me and him. Poor buddy. He felt a lot better once he finished and wanted to take a bath. I'm sorry, I know it is gross, but I had to take his poor picture with chocolate milk all over him...and in the toilet too. That was all he had to "eat" in over 24 hours, so it looked exactly the same coming up as it did going down...still gross, but whatever.He felt a little better later in the day and Declan was just playing on the floor and playing with his snowman blanket, so I got out the camera.
Poor Connor-man looks sick in the pictures, but they are still cute and worth sharing.





























