Six months: How the hell?

How is my little Lad half a year old? Tell me this.

How is he sitting up?

How is it that we're considering banishing the bouncy seat because the little booger regularly tries to throw himself out of it?

Will the playmat be the next to go, as he constantly collapses it down on himself by pulling on the rings while rolling, thus rolling the whole thing over with him?

How is he managing to roll, scoot and wriggle himself all over the house until he wears little blisters on his tiny baby toes?

(And was that random toy really worth all the carpet fuzz he ate on the way?)

Why is he not content with the wriggling? Why is pushing himself up on all fours, preparing to crawl? Does he want to push me over the edge?

How can he be maowing on peas and peaches and cereal and yogurt, broccoli and carrots and sweet potatoes and blueberry applesauce?

(And yet still try to steal food from my plate!)

How have I managed to nurse him for six months, with no end in sight?

(Would you look at those rolls and chins we have produced?)

How can he be, seriously, chasing the cat already? (Albeit in slow motion, mostly backwards)

Who does he want to play with more: The Cat or The Boy?

Is it any wonder the daycare ladies call him their little teenager? Or their little tyrant?

How can my little baby be fighting with his brother, demanding his share?

More importantly, why would he want a corner of that dirty, stinky blanket?

How have six months passed?

How has it only been six months?

How did we live without this silly, cuddly, stubborn, cheerful, energetic, curious, tyrannical, wonderful little person?

How could you not love that face?