Karston seemed like he was chewing on his fingers more than usual at lunch this afternoon. He also seemed a little out of sorts, although mostly his happy self. So I felt in his mouth, and discovered a four-pronged sharp little hint of a molar on his lower left jaw! I'm not sure if its pal on the lower right has poked through ... my finger was in danger and had to abandon the mission abruptly.
Getting him to sleep tonight was a chore. Not that it's ever been easy, but with his new molars bothering him and his little legs wanting to walk ... his squirming said that he just couldn't get comfortable.
Oh, and we crossed another line, nineteen pounds! Monday evening after changing a poopy (but dressed in a onesie, unlike at the doctor's office weigh-in), Karston weighed nineteen pounds! He hung around 18.4 pounds for so many months it seemed like he had stalled! But the accurate scale said he weighed 19.0 pounds, so he's gaining weight again! He also looks taller. My mother says walking puts pressure on the (leg) bone plates and that causes the bones to grow (at his age), so that fits. He's growing all around!
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