Evan went to his 4th Phillies game on Friday. The tickets were given to us by Mike's boss and we took full advantage and went to a 7:05 game. So the traffic was really bad on the way to South Philly and after sitting in a parking lot (actually Kelly Dr.), Evan puked as we passed the art museum. He didn't have his motion-sickness wrist cuffs on. I didn't think he'd need them for a 20 minute drive, but it took us over an hour. After puking, he felt great. I mopped him up in the back seat the best I could and got a little misty eyed as we passed Ritner St., which is where Mike's apartment was when we first started dating.
We had special parking pass and after we got out of the car we found our fantastic seats and I took Evan to one of the stores in the stadium and bought him a $40 sweatshirt because he was cold in the wet, puked up banana shirt he was wearing. I bought him an $8 box of popcorn, which we lost on the way back to Mike. So Mike had to dish out another $8 because Evan turned his big, sad eyes on me and asked "Where ma popcorn, mama?" It sounds like a terrible time, but we really had fun. Evan chomped on his popcorn and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I packed. People screamed and shouted and Evan sat as cool as a cucumber, eating away.
Then I took him the indoor/outdoor playground in the stadium and he was in heaven. It was completely packed with a million kids and I was a bit nervous. At one point Evan climbed up a big tube to the 2nd floor (there was a 2 story thing with tubes and nets and stuff). I was freaking out as big kids were pushing past him and he just kept climbing. I tried to go up after him and a playground worker stopped me and we talked him back down. Evan looked through a hole in the tube on the way down "hi, mama" to reassure me.
So after that we played for about an hour until they kicked us out (it closes after the 7th inning). We went back to Mike and stayed for a half hour later until after the 8th inning. We got back to the parking lot by 10pm with a sleepy Evan on Mike's shoulders. Mike then had Evan pee in the parking lot, we put on his jammies and we were off. BTW Evan stayed completely dry in the stadium. We went to the bathroom 2 times and once in the parking lot. What a big boy!
On Saturday I took Evan to Houston playground about a 10 minute away. Houston has a cult of mothers like Gorgas. They were checking us out like 'who's this lady?' We ate at Salad Works where Evan picked. He's having problems with this new molars coming in and he's barely eating anything. He had 3 bites of tuna and spit out the 4th. He fell asleep in the 5 minute car ride home. When he woke up, the 3 of us immediately left for Lansdale. My college friend Janna was having a few people over for a cookout. This time Evan wore his wrist cuffs and we had a close call on bumpy, cobblestone Germantown Ave., but no puke! It was Janna, her husband Mark, their beautiful daughter Giordana, who has these gorgeous, enormous brown eyes. Their son Gavin was at a boyscout camp. Two old friends from my Tyler days were there - Alan & Eric. Alan came with his wife Tara and 5 of their 6 kids! 4 of them were boys... Evan rode their skateboards and soaked up Giordana and Maya's babying him. Giordana kept saying "HE'S SO CUTE!!". You would think that there would be trouble with a group of kids of that size, but there was none. They were the sweetest, coolest kids ever and were so great with Evan. We moved in the house when it got late and Evan played with everyone in the finished basement. After 10pm, I had his jammies on and we were saying our goodbyes when Evan laid his head on my shoulder and said "I tired mama. We go home?" So we did.
Sunday, we took a family walk to Starbucks, then hung out on the porch and ate lunch with Brandon. Mike and I were on our porch and Evan stayed with Brandon on his. I guess Mike and I weren't cool enough for him. When Evan woke up from his nap that day, Mike walked in and he was still laying on his bed. I heard "NO, DADA!!! Shut door. I still sleeping!"
Later in the afternoon we walked to Adobe Cafe for a delicious Mexican dinner. Evan ate only chips & salsa and maybe 2 bites of my fish taco. He turned up his nose at the cup of lobster bisque we got him. Pretty much the kid is only eating pizza, fruit and soy milk smoothies these days. Which brings us to why I scheduled Evan's Very First Dental Visit on Friday! It's a pediatric dentist and I'm very excited to talk to him about Evan's new molars and the chip he has on one of his teeth.
So today Evan and I went to Old Navy and bought some shorts for him and a few things for me. I wanted to only get clothes for Evan, but I really didn't see much. Believe it or not, I'm pretty picky when it comes to my son (obviously not with myself). But I'm picky in a crazy way. I don't mind him wearing stained or ripped stuff, but I would never put him in denim shorts or pants with too many crazy pockets - which is pretty much the staple of boy clothing in any store
With that said, Evan pretty much only wears 4 pairs of pants. One of his standard pair that he wears constantly is a hand-me-down from his cousin Jack which Evan wore a hole in the knee. The only others that he wears is a pair of Jack's old jeans, a pair I bought months ago and a pair of brown pants. I saw some toddler pants in Old Navy and hated them all, so we left with 2 pairs of shorts for Evan and a few things for me. He was very cute in the dressing room as we were both trying things on. He's obsessed with female bellies. He said "ooooh, mama's belly!" and would rub it after everything I tried on. He told me what he liked (the shirts) and when I tried on some sweatpants I was going to buy as pajama pants to replace my holey ones he said "oh no mama. No like". He's probably right. They were royal blue clown pants, but so soft. He wore a pair of yellow sunglasses he found around the whole store and I caught him lifting up the shirt of a female mannequin and softly caressing her stomach while I checked out. All this stomach and breast obsession has forced me to finally stop nursing Evan. I stopped for good on Good Friday. He was pretty distraught about it for a few days, but it had to happen. He's getting so big and he really is starting to act like a full-fledged little boy. He still asks for it when he wakes up, so I make him a "milkshake" instead. I will definitely miss that special baby time with him and the look of complete calm and contentment on his face, but at the same time I am SO happy to be free!
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