Karston and I were jumping on his trampoline this afternoon. He fell on his back and laughed so I could see all of his teeth. Yes, all: all of his teeth are in. #20 snuck out! I counted just to be sure. Luckily he's been joining Daddy for tooth brushing. He used to dislike it, but now he'll usually do a good job himself, and doesn't mind when Daddy does a touch-up.
Karston and Cale really love each other. A thunderstorm just came through, and both boys woke up. Cale is nursing. However, when he heard Karston cry, he stopped nursing and started crying too. Cale really looks up to his big brother! For his part, Karston is always saying I want to ____ baby brother, where the verb is often hug, hold, kiss, see, or read with. Karston would be perfectly happy to be in charge of all of Cale's care. He even wants to inspect used diapers visually. Karston was really disappointed that he couldn't nurse Cale, but we explained his ta-ta's, like Daddy's, weren't big enough to have food. I think he finally felt better knowing Daddy has to miss out too. (with two sharp teeth, I don't think they're missing out.) So now Karston will occasionally tell me I have really big ta-ta's, and he's not sure why we laugh so much about that. We're very proud of our boys for getting along so well already.
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