Knock Down the Tower

In between feeling bad last Saturday (at the height of the ibuprofen), Grandma and Aunt Judy came over to check on Evan. Grandma built a tower for Evan to knock down (one of his favorite things to do).

Cuddling

Evan had a rough go of it last weekend. Here's a picture or two of Mike and him taking a long break on the couch.

Concussion with a Side of the Flu

Evan is a toy stealer. When he tried to steal a toy firetruck out of his friend's hands yesterday, his friend hit him with it to defend himself. He got a nice-sized knot on his forehead, and was acting fine, so we chalked it up to a good lesson learned about being a toy bully. At 12:30 this morning, Evan woke up puking. After he woke up again to puke at 2:00, we went to the ER up the road. As it turns out, Evan has a concussion. :-( He was released and told to take it easy, so the Evan and I stayed home and watched "Dora, the Explorer," "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse," and "Thomas the Train Engine" all day and slept on and off. The concussion wasn't enough, so he now has a fevery flu on top of it (fevers and concussions don't usually go together). He's received round 1 of the H1N1 as well as his regular seasonal flu shot, so we're hoping we just skim the top of this one. Here is a picture of the knot on his head. Maybe his toy stealing days are coming to an end....

Whisker Kisses

From Papa!

Dancing

He doesn't always care what's on the radio as long as he can dance to it.

Warm Laundry

Here's Evan snuggling under the warm laundry straight from the dryer on Sunday. It's so cold here right now, I can't say that I blame him.

Treadmill

Evan loves the treadmill. While Mike and I are on it, he stands at the gate in the doorway and yells, "Keep running!" "Good job!" "Go, go, go Mommy Mom (or Daddy Dad)." When we're finished, he gets to "run" on the turned-off treadmill. Last night he decided to get more comfortable with all of his bed stuff. I think he figured out pretty quickly that it wouldn't be a great place to sleep (a little harder than his matress).

By the way, Mike would be mad at me if I didn't recognize Evan's new sweatshirt and say, "Go Dawgs." :-)