Dylan's mom here. Our little boy has hit the six month mark. A lot of things going on. Solids have entered the picture: squash, carrots, bananas, peach, baby cereals, sweet potatoes, and peas. Oh my! He's starting to cry in the morning when I leave for work (bad) and is a lot clearer about whether he's bored versus hungry (good). His babbling now has a lot more variety including an ongoing monologue that our friends The Flanagans likened to a redneck auctioneer. (Note to self: record, post as mp3)
As for motion, Dylan does this move now where he goes into a little frog pose and then pumps his arms like he's about to jump onto a lily pad. He doesn't jump though. He stays put or rolls backward. The latter is done with terrifying efficiency. He usually winds up under the furniture or in the bathroom in record time much to our chagrin.
Dylan, halfway under the tv cabinetHere's another lovely photo from Auntie Mane, the New York branch of the Josephs out on 5th Avenue, Brooklyn, enjoying the last day of Winter.
