17lbs. 9oz.

I had Anders weighed today and he's up about a pound since last time. It feels like more than a pound. I wonder if at some point the weight gain starts feeling exponential? If so, we are entering that range. On the bright side, Anders does not demand that I walk him around the house as many times as earlier to lull him to sleep. Perhaps he is taking pity on me.
Anders thought he was having a full doctor's appointment. I could tell that he was surprised when we left without a consultation or a shot or something. We also threw him off yesterday when we had Cita, his steady babysitter, over for supper. Anders thought we were leaving, but when we stayed that threw him off too. He picks up on things so quickly now that we have to vary our tricks to keep him guessing.
The routine is well established for Anders. Today, for example, he quickly settled in for his afternoon stroll. He didn't even get too bothered by the sun for the brief time it was in his eyes, as if he knew, "This only lasts a few seconds, then I'm in the shade." I know all parents say this, but I think he might be seriously smart. Of course I'm the guy who told the flag football team he coached in high school that they had a chance to be a great Decorah team, like our State Finalist team, and of course they didn't win a game their senior year. So, dash a grain of salt, but I think I'm onto something. That grain of salt reminded me of chocolate covered bacon from the MN State Fair last year, which I highly recommend if you get a chance. I think I'm going to start jogging again tomorrow.
Anders seems a bit frustrated that he can't move around more than sliding a few inches on his back. I'm also certain that he wants to eat solid food. He grabbed Anna's bread tonight. Of course, Anders would need more teeth than he has, which is exactly zero.
Anders' square of baldness in the back is s lowly closing as well. His hair looks brown in some light and blond in other light. In addition, during some parts of the day, he looks like Anna and then during other parts of the day he looks like me. He is an endless source of fascination and curiosity for us. Meanwhile, he laughs hysterically when he sees one of us for the first time in a long time, e.g. when Anna gets home from work. I have never experienced anything that makes me feel better than having my son convulse in laughter and joy at the sight of me. It makes me feel like one of the Beatles in 1964.