Viggy, Viggy, Viggy, you have been a bad monkey!

We're taking Lil J to the pediatrician this afternoon to have his breathing checked out. It's been a few weeks since he stopped the steroids, and you can hear him breathe again. It's pretty discouraging. He's definitely not as bad as he was a couple months ago before he had his bronchoscopy, but he doesn't sound good either. I'll let you know what the doctor says. I'm also kind of curious to see if they weigh and measure him today. If they don't do it today, I know they will in a couple more weeks at his 9 month appointment, but I'm ultra-curious about his size right now. I look at that kid, and I would swear he's already the size of an 18-month-old. He's doing that thing when I'm holding him where he stiffens his entire body and goes all dead weight on me, and I can't hold him, so I have to put him down. And then he realizes what happened and wants back up, so I'm about yay close to having a hernia because he can't decide if he wants to be up or down. The boy is no lightweight, that's all I'm saying. At this rate, by the time he's 6, he'll be beating up entire gangs of bikers. With HIS CHEEKS.