"Good job!"

Grant has recently begun to tell himself "good job." It is the cutest thing. When he accomplishes something (like putting a shape into the right hole), he stops, claps for himself and says, "good gob!" Well, at least we know that he is not lacking in the praise department if it is his first word after "mama" and "dada."

Grant continues to love music. We brought his music radio to the doctor's on Friday and he danced for all of them. They thought he was a hoot. I thought it was even funnier to watch all of his doctors dance with him. :)

I'm still waiting to hear back from the cardiologist regarding Grant's last chest x-rays.