Eight Months Old...

…and this is what he thinks of my signs!

No longer can I set the little piece of paper in front of him – he can reach for it!

Eight months – it’s tough to believe. He has now lived more of his life off from the oxygen tube than he was on it. At that first, and second, cardiologist appointments when he told us that it was going to be months (as in plural) before he was off oxygen, it seemed like a very long time.

Now he is this normal, happy, healthy looking little boy (okay, there have been three occasions in the grocery store where women have said, “what a beautiful little girl!” He just has such gorgeous eyes :D )

We praise God for his health!

Speaking of healthy – we ended up taking him to the pediatrician last Friday. He had a nasty cough and they decided it was good for us to come in and get checked out. He ended up getting a breathing treatment, and seems to be slowly getting over it.

As for the healthy side of things – he was 16lbs 11oz! He gained two pounds since last month. Formula has helped. He is on his way to finally being my “Chunky Monkey.”

He is rolling everywhere, sitting up forever, still loves the outside and can’t get enough of the pool. He isn’t spitting out food at every meal anymore, but loves to stick out his tongue whenever he has the chance!