Have you met my son, the preemie?

During the days leading up to Gabriel's birth Keven and I met with several specialists informing of us of all to expect and what could go wrong with since he was 6 weeks early. I remember Keven buying me a gaurdian angel and pinning it to my hospital gown. It kept Gabriel and I safe. I was upset that the angel was lost during delivery. I have recently realized that it wasn't lost...it came home with us.



My son, you know the preemie, who is 8 1/2 months old spent the evening talking up a storm, eating some avocado, drinking from a cup (by himself a couple times), crawling all over the place and finally standing up in his crib. God is great!









I bought Gabriel this "Learn and Crawl" ball. It moves when you touch it and talks. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it at first but quickly caught on. He is in his "boxers" since he spilled a little bit of water on himself at dinner ;-)







I put Gabriel and his crib and went to my room to change clothes. I came back to tuck him in a got quite a surprise. He was standing in his crib! He was very proud of himself. I was too but nervous as well since his crib is not yet at the lowest level. Looks like I will be piling every pillow I have around his crib tonight!