Can you believe it? Our baby boy is two years old! It seems like only yesterday that he was a teeny tiny (even teenier and tinier than most) bundle of joy.
Look how far he's come:
Born 2 1/2 months early
On oxygen from day 1 until day 440 (this of course is an approximation)
In the NICU for 102 days
He went from 12 different medications to 4
His eyes are good and so is his hearing - though sometimes I wonder :o)
He was born weighing 3lbs 7ozs and as of the last Dr. appointment he weights 22lbs 2 3/4ozs
He knows his letters, and his shapes.
He knows some number, and colors.
His vocabulary is vast: how many two year old do you know who can say "fantastic?"
He jumps, runs and throws balls.
He can walk up and down stairs.
To think that I was worried.I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful little boy as my son. Things started off a rough, but I wouldn't change any of it for the world. Why wouldn't I? Because who knows if Greyson would still be this wonderful, or if Clayton and I would have made it. Things happen for a reason, whatever it may be, and because of the way things happened I have the life I always wanted.
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
Pancakes are Greyson's favorite!
I was singing "Happy Birthday" and he was being shy
Getting ready to blow out the candle
Only he wouldn't (so I did)
Mmm!
Applesauce pancakes topped with strawberry applesauce
Big Bite!
He ate about half.
A present from Grandpa Greg
What could it be?
Help!
A CAT Steamroller (or as Greyson says: Big Truck)
Open it, Please!
It's time to play.
Vroom. Vroom.
Greyson picked out the color
Yeah!