Happy 8 Month-day, Isaac!

Just wanted to wish our sickly little Buster the best on his happy 8-month-day. He is babbling up a storm, pulling up on everything, crawling like a champ, climbing stairs, and even starting to cruise a bit. In short, he is a holy terror. A cute terror, mind you, but a holy one nonetheless. One that we thank our lucky stars every day that we have. We can't wait to show him off to everybody back home -- he is such a little person now.

Oh, and they weighed him at the ER -- 21 lbs and 3 oz. No wonder my knees are giving out. Maybe he'll learn to walk soon like his ambitious blog-brotha Ben...