I don't know why getting to the 6 month mark seems like such an accomplishment, but it does. We are halfway done with spitting up. Halfway to the point of walking. And fully to the point of being fun. Peter rolls to get where he wants to go now, he's always grabbing at whatever we are eating, and never stops spitting. Ever. He discovered how to spit a few weeks ago and that he could make noises along with it, so why not do it all the time. At his check up yesterday he weighed in at 17 lbs 11 oz, and 30 inches long. Once again he's completely off the charts tall, leaving the 97% curve in the dust, but only 51% for weight. Tall and skinny, go figure.
He likes to eat his veggie mush, but can totally tell he's getting jipped when he sees us eating and not sharing.
This is what happens when Daddy is in charge of the family night activity. Couch cushions turn into bunkers, and the foam building blocks grenades. There was an epic battle in the front room, and they are still arguing about who won.