Simon is six months old now, and according to our recent visit to the pediatrician, about the size of an average one year old. Our doctor said, "he's tall. You know he's tall, right?" I had an idea when I put him in 12 month pants the other day. He can roll around, almost sit up, eat peas (his favorite) and other assorted fruits and veggies, and sleep all the way through the night. He thinks it's hilarious when we hum Darth Vader's theme from Star Wars. That's how I got him to smile for the camera. He also loves to grab for Millie's face. She doesn't seem to mind so far and has even occasionally brought him her ball. It's a good life.
