I am writing to you on your half birthday! I cannot believe you are already halfway to one. It just doesn't seem possible. It seems like we just brought you home from the hospital yesterday, but how can that be, when you are such a big boy?
|In the high chair at IHOP|
You are rolling and scooting, scooting and rolling. Not crawling yet, but maybe we could call it creeping? If you are on the floor and you see something you want, you will find a way to get yourself to it. You can get those knees underneath you, and you can push up on those chunky arms, but you haven't quite figured out to do them both at the same time yet. It's so funny to us when you use your knees to scoot while your forehead is flat on the ground. So silly.