Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Any day now...

We are this close to a walking 15-month-old.

But not quite yet.



Baby Joshua enjoys pushing things. He pushes his riding toy, stools, blocks across the floor.
He even stands by himself for seconds at a time. Not since that first time at Uncle Frank's house has he ventured to take a step, though. We are hopeful.

Of course, he is still recovering.



Poor baby got the croup. It's that terrible cough that sounds like a barking seal. He had a slight fever, was lethargic, didn't eat, all of it. We took him to the doctor, who gave him some steroids. I think he's on the road to recovery.

He looks better, doesn't he?

Really, though, there are some benefits when he doesn't feel well.

That's the only time he'll sit still enough for you to hold him.

1 comment:

Grandma said...

So glad Joshua feels better - I remember how scary it was when Dave or Doug would have the croup -such a horrible sound.