Let him eat cake

Half-birthdays just wouldn't be complete without half-birthday cakes, and Caleb opted for green triple-layer half cake with blue icing and sprinkles. Good choice, Spike.

At six months, our little guy is not so little anymore. He's weighing in at 20 pounds now and is outgrowing his clothes faster than I can wash them. He's fully mobile, and completely capable of maneuvering himself to reach anything on the floor that strikes his fancy. He's proficient at rolling, spinning on his belly, and scooting backward and side-to-side, and is just starting to make some forward motion that involves pushing with his knees. I'm scared to think of what this house will be like when he starts crawling, and I fear that will be sooner rather than later.

Caleb loves to be played with and thinks his sister is hysterical. The two of them giggling at each other is the best sound in the world. He's still a great sleeper -- two regular naps each day and 12.5 hours each night leaves me nothing to complain about! He still loves his oatmeal and is starting to take a liking to his green beans, although all he wants after our half-birthday party is another piece of cake.

Six months has flown by, and I can't remember life without Caleb in it. And I wouldn't have it any other way.