If I could just get him outside, I think he'd melt the snow.
He's getting better at sitting up!
See his little tooth?
Singing to the hand.
Singing happy songs.
Yelling happy yells.
Singing and yelling, all the day long.
"What? My song offends you?"
"Well, then, what do you say to this face? That is what I thought."
That flew. (That six months, that is.)