Once we got home and ate, we went to his room to play. I grabbed my camera just in time to get this glorious shot of his first crawling trip! As you will tell from the clapping, he was quite pleased with himself.
I wasn't quite convinced that this wasn't a fluke, so I decided to tempt him with his basketball goal again and see what happened.
As you can see, this was no fluke. We have a crawler. This is awesome because this was his next physical therapy goal, and we knew he was on his way, but we thought it would still be a while because he hated to use his arms to move. We literally had to move his hands and knees ourselves. And this was only last week that he hated it.
The doctors told us he was "nonviable" when I went into preterm labor; once he was born he was only given a 30% chance of survival and we were told to expect a poor quality of life.
Take THAT, doctors!
"Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think." -Ephesians 3:20