My little guy is not so little anymore. He turned a big sixth months old on the 12th.
He's currently eating all sorts of wonderful fruits and veggies. He hates peas, but has no qualms with eating bugs.
He crawls, sits, stands, and claps like a pro.
He won't stack blocks but he loves to knock them down.
He's worse than a cat when it comes to getting into my writing.
He loves books, pumpkins, and one lumpy potato in particular.
He sleeps all night long (most of the time) in his very own room.
He loves his dog, cat, and baby calves.
He's in the 67th percentile for height and weight. And wearing 12 month clothes, what??
He's pretty much the happiest, cutest baby on the planet, if I do say so myself.