The Diagnosis

A sprain and molars.

We already knew about the molars (those things are HUGE! How could we not have noticed them before yesterday?!?). I'm so relieved about his ankle. He's doing so much better about walking today, but he's not doing it very often. Why? He's a pitiful little thing today. We're having to keep right on top of the ibuprofen (he literally woke up from his nap at the 4 hour mark to get some more; it's that bad), giving him a teething tablet two hours after the motrin, and major snuggles. It's definitely one of the most miserable I've ever seen him. Thankfully, we don't have to add a cast to the mix. Let's just hope they come on down as fast as they appeared and let us move on with our lives. Until the next ones come in. Sigh.