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Last night I came home from the grocery store, and as I walked in the door, Evan yelled, "Blow!" Jerry had just told him to blow on his hot soup.

Evan's finally over his sickness, and for the first time since being in Denver we're all healthy. Evan has regained his spark. He's giggling, climbing on things, tickling the cat, playing with his toys, and talking! He is also arching his back, screaming, and having more tantrums. Ah, the arrival of the terrible two's.