My baby is 6 months old today.  Half a year.

:: She is officially crawling as of a few days ago, though I anticipate her inch-worm technique will be favored for a while still.

:: She has short stints of happily exploring or playing, but as has been the case for all of her short life so far, her preferred place to be is in my arms.  This is at once very endearing and extremely tiring, since she thinks that she can go anywhere and do anything while being held…and though she is petite in appearance, she is built like a brick and it honestly requires great effort to keep her from diving head-first over my shoulder or from doing a back-flip out of my arms.

:: What little hair she has is all growing at the crown of her head, and all three inches of it is almost always sticking straight up.  I love it.

:: She will stare at a person until they look at her and smile, then (and usually only then) she smiles back.  It seems to be a fun game for her.

:: She still can’t roll from her back to her front.  She really won’t even try.  I’m not worried (actually, I appreciate that I can still lay her down and know she won’t go anywhere), but I do wonder what it will take for her to finally make a real effort.

:: She laughs a lot, cries a little, and has a firm grasp on everyone’s heart strings around here.  I am so blessed by my baby girl.