I truly can't believe my baby (who was supposed to remain a newborn forever!) has reached his half year already. Have I mentioned before that I love him? ;o) He is SO sweet, a joy of a little boy. (I'm still holding out hope that I'll have one little boy that doesn't contribute to my premature aging). ;o)
Six months finds him . . .
-still trying to coordinate the crawling efforts (can't get the arms working in his favor)
-discovering his "raspberry" blowing capabilities
-stealing food from my plate, a handful of manicotti here, some ice cream there . . . (I just bought some rice cereal today to give the whole "starting solids" thing a whirl . . . I'm sure I'll be back with some pictures in the next week) ;o)
-sitting (more or less), perhaps "supervised sitting" would be a better assessment
-mobile in his own way, scoot backwards, roll, up on the hands/knees, rock, plunge--he gets where he needs to be
--utterly and completely doted upon by all members of our family, can't imagine life without an Owen