Here are some more stats... He's just a half inch shy of 3 feet tall. That's the 78 percentile in height. His head is 19.5 - that's the 72 percentile.
Okay, so I started this entry on Saturday afternoon, then saved it right after a phone call to Mima & PoPo and before Mike, Evan and I were going to our favorite restaurant with our gift certificate to see Evan's waitress girlfriend. Mike was bragging to his parents about how well Evan's doing on the potty lately (only about 1 accident a day!) We were also so excited because lunchtime was the first time Evan ate cooked carrots since his baby food days! I had reintroduced the carrots several times since with no success, but this time I sauteed a cup of carrots in olive oil, cinnamon and a little maple syrup and he ate them up, along with a half cup of asparagas/roasted pepper soup, 3 fish sticks and a lot of dried cranberries. It was an incredible lunch and we were feeling way too smug about Evan's food intake. Then the s*** hit the fan.
Evan became very quiet during the phone call and stood very still - sure sign that he was pooping. He also started to become very whiney and wouldn't say anything on the phone. I ran upstairs to put on makeup and he started to cry for me at the bottom of the steps. He was dressed so cute in the sweatshirt that his Aunt Kelly gave him for his birthday and wearing his little red sneakers. I came downstairs and carried him to the potty to try to poop when he threw up all over the bathroom and his little outfit. He had the stomach flu that Mike and I just got over! He's been a little rag doll ever since and won't move or talk. All he says is "trashcan". Which means 'bring over the trashcan. I'm going to puke'.
So now it's Monday night and Evan hasn't eaten anything since that fateful Saturday lunch. Too much liquids instantly cause him to puke. I've done literally 6 loads of laundry since yesterday, washing pukey clothes and such. I've cleaned the bathroom 3x in one week since all 3 of us have been sick. I hate winter. I want to move someplace warm.
On a lighter note, here are some shots of our superbowl "party" consisting of the 3 of us. Evan watched a little Puppy Bowl then went to bed. This is during his brief day of feeling good. The next day was terrible again.
And here's our raging Superbowl party last year.
And Evan's very first Superbow. Notice Mike's holding Evan's Superbowl game sheet? I wonder who's going to win this year. hmmmm
