Yesterday, I turned .5 years old (also known as 6 months). To celebrate it, my Mommy took me to the doctor where they attacked me! They successfully stabbed my legs twice on each! :(
I think I'll try to remember to hang out with Daddy when I turn 7 months old. :)
Aside from the vicious assault, I'm doing well, even though I'm still a little peanut. The doctor said I can have some solid foods now and I'm looking forward to the yummy things I see the rest of my family happily consuming.
I'm still working on learning how to roll over and sit up, but I understand that it takes a while to learn how to perform such complex actions. :) I'll keep working on it.