David weighs 18.1 pounds. So, he's trending upward, below the curve. My mom likes to remind me that I was only 16 pounds at a year. He's doing fine, but we'll have another weight check in three months.

In the meantime, we screwed up our courage and started him on gluten. He's got to eat it for a month before they can do a blood test for antibodies. (For those of you just joining the conversation, Rose has celiac and we are checking David. As a sibling, he has a 8-15% chance of having it.) At first, I felt liberated. Teething biscuits! Pasta! Turkey with rice that happens to have a little barley in it!

But, I've run into some problems.

1. I let the baby wander around with his teething biscuit. Except he then opens the kitchen drawers and wipes his gluten filled fingers all over the plastic cups. So, it's either no biscuit or slamming the drawer before he grabs the red Mickey Mouse plate.

2. We are supposed to be shoving gluten into him, but we don't actually have much around the house. I don't want to bring in sumptuous gluten—croissants, challah, the ubiquitous goldfish—and make his sister jealous. We've been sneaking it in his baby food.

3. I fear I am poisoning my child. A month damaging his intestines will not hurt him long term. But it may hurt. Every time he's cranky, I worry that his tummy hurts. He's had three bad poops since we started. Is it a cold, a tooth, or celiac? I'm going to hang in for a month unless the symptoms get progressively worse.