6 months old

Six months already and it doesn't feel right to call him a baby anymore, instead I usually say, "my little man" or "little boy." I knew it would go by quickly, but I had no idea how sad it would make me. Luckily, he gets sillier every day and that always makes me smile. He blows strawberries all the time and makes the funniest faces (and seems to know it). He cracks up every time he sees the pets now, especially Jagger. He knows the sign for milk and is saying da-da, but not quite on purpose yet; but, he will look around and look towards the door if you ask, "Where's Daddy?"
He didn't gain much weight this month; probably due to crawling and bouncing around like a maniac and burning all those calories. He's a little over 17 lbs. and so close to 28 inches. The Dr. was once again impressed and called him "precocious" several times, like when he got up on all fours and leaned over and took the Doc's stethoscope away from him. Although he hasn't quite crawled yet, he's sitting up like a champ, with very good posture and babbling like crazy. You can't sneak anything by him anymore. We have to nurse in the bedroom with total silence or it's too distracting. He got a lot of instruction on crawling in NJ from some of the world's best crawling coaches, and he's SO close. Uncle Gary helped him start to move forward instead of backwards with the help of a laser pointer. Now, he's moving forward with a little crawl, a little scoot and an occasional belly flop.

Here are some video highlights from his sixth month.