Evan had a rough weekend. His fever dropped Friday and he wasn't throwing up anymore but the rest of the weekend he didn't really want to eat and everything that came out downstairs was less than solid and smelled like something had died in there.
This morning Evan was playing and eating and being his normal self so we decided to go about our day as usual.
We went down to meet Daddy for lunch since Evan's buddy Brody was having his birthday party near Brian's office. Evan was great during lunch and ate everything we put in front of him. So far, so good! Towards the end of lunch Evan got a look of concentration on his face that told us something serious was definitely occurring. Was it ever. When I checked his diaper, it was FULL. I mean, coming out the top full. I had to carry Evan
(very carefully and through a lovely department store at which I can't afford to shop so you can just imagine the looks I got) out to the parking lot where Brian and I stripped him down in the back of the car and tried to get as little poop as possible on us. It was everywhere. All up his back, all over his shirt and now all over the back of the car. Thankfully, none of it got on his pants since it just shot up the back of his diaper so he at least didn't have to ride home totally naked.
Needless to say, we missed the birthday party and playgroup today. Evan is sleeping now and will be getting an extensive bath when he wakes up. Bath # 17 of the weekend. Poor guy!!