No, I'm just kidding about the title. My dear boy was not it a street fight...
...or a bar room brawl...
...or embroiled in hand to hand combat of any kind...
Let's just say that, in general, he is still honing those climbing skills...
...well, he is actually very adept at the climbing part...
It's the safe descent that still evades him...
This particular injury involved a shopping cart...but that is all that I am at liberty to say...('cause I already feel like a heel...)
The pictures don't really do it justice. I failed to capture the vibrant purples and blues properly.
I can hardly believe that a little man that had such a rough start in life as a preemie has the upper body and leg strength to climb just about anywhere he wants.In fact, when I found him standing on the kitchen table the other morning (smiling proudly, I might add) I smiled, and sighed, and told him, "...and to think I was so worried that you wouldn't thrive...now get down, sir."
...at least he hasn't knocked out any of the teeth that he now has...
...at least he hasn't knocked out any of the teeth that he now has...
...oh, dear, I hope I didn't' just jinx that...
.Overall Medical Update: All of John's original preemie problems have melted away over time. He still has some kidney issues that may require surgery if they do not resolve over time on their own, but doctors are not sure if his kidney issues are a result of his being born prematurely, or not. His kidney issues require a daily dose of antibiotic to prevent infection from forming.
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His lungs, which were so weak for so long, and required the daily use of oxygen until he was 16 months old, appear to be working at full health and capacity. Just ask anyone who attended Sacrament Meeting (our main worship service) with us last Sunday. John tripped and fell during the meeting and cracked his head on the cinder block wall at the end of our pew. (What's one more head wound, right?) He let the entire congregation hear for themselves that his lungs are not lacking in strength in any way, shape or form.
....This Saturday, he turns two...and I keep crying...with equal amounts of joy, relief, and sadness that he is so big...
....he is thriving, despite his being poorly ( *gulp* shopping cart incident) mothered...
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