I keep thinking that I must have counted wrong. Tori can't be six months already. But then I look at her up on all fours rocking back and forth trying to crawl, sitting all by herself, interacting with toys and books, and making every attempt to get a nice big handful of whatever is in sight: coffee, puppy dog ears, big sister hair, grass, dirt.... It doesn't matter what it is. If she can get it, it goes into her mouth. This one is going to keep me on my toes. She's eager, determined, strong and oh so sweet! Happy sixth month Tori.
Is it just me or are those glasses are starting to look a little less outrageous?