Half a Year

So here I am, already halfway through my first year. Practically middle-aged. It's been an exciting six months, full of accomplishments and growth.

• I've gained 7 inches and 7 pounds
  
• I sit up briefly by myself
• I love to roll from side to side
  
• I smile, babble, laugh, and squeal (mostly at Rebecca's antics)
  
• I try to pull the pictures off the pages of books
• I sit in highchairs at restaurants
  
• I don't need a swaddle to sleep anymore
• I prefer my thumb to a pacifier
• I've slept as long as 7 hours in a row
• I've had visits with four different medical specialists
• I've had an MRI
• I've traveled cross-country
• I can pull my pacifier out of my mouth whenever I want
  
• I turn to look at noises
• I can hold my own bottle
• I sleep on my side
• I've worn eaten three different solid foods
• I reach for my food and toys when I want them
• I've had way too many vaccinations
• I've moved up 2 crib sizes, 3 diaper sizes, 4 clothing sizes, and 5 sock sizes
• I've written 164 blog posts