It’s been a week. He twitches, and we think, aggh, it’s the gluten. But, in fact, all the info is equivocal. On the one hand, he seems fine. He eats. He sleeps. He laughs. He says, “Ball! Ball!” and chases the yellow ball up and down the sidewalk. On the other hand, he’s had some seriously unhappy moments, this in a boy who’s pretty darn mellow. He had one disgusto poop and a constipation day. We’re also having a lot of trouble getting him to eat.

I promise I’ll get the blood test. It’s just how long I can hang in.