It's 9:38 p.m. In the last hour and a half, Evan has thrown up four times.
Now carpet in three different rooms smells like vomit. Apparently 21 month old toddlers aren't very good at aiming into a receptacle for this purpose. (Not for lack of trying on my part.)
The only upside to this is that I taught him how to say "barf" and it's absolutely hilarious.
Might be a bit of a long night.