Where Did Six Months Go?

I don't know where the time went, Norah, but you are suddenly half a year old and you are quite the little person! You are sitting up very well and trying so very hard to crawl. Whether it's a change of scenery, another scoop of mashed bananas or a ride around the house in the Bjorn, you know exactly what you want and you don't hesitate to grunt and growl at me until you get it. That said, you're certainly a charmer when you want to be, smiling at everyone in the coffee shop and making me fight off all the doting old ladies who, inevitably, come over to talk about your hair. We love you, we love you, we love you to bits!