Sometimes it hits me more than other times that Tanner is growing up! It is a bittersweet feeling. I know that there are lots of fun times ahead for us, but I will miss my young baby. The one who sleeps through anything, snuggles close to me, hardly cries, depends entirely on me, who can't get into anything, who loves to be swaddled, and who is fresh from heaven. It is fun to watch him grow and learn and that will continue to be fun. Tanner thinks he needs to hold the spoon when I feed him solids. It is cute, but not very effective. He is grabbing and working at getting anything he thinks he wants or needs. He loves water bottles as much as Vance did at that age. He is interacting more with us, he is becoming a little weary of strangers, he is working on getting teeth, he still loves to smile. He is still spits up and he is still a blessing in our lives. I got out Vance's baby book to see his six month old stats. He was actually six and a half months when he went in for his check up so he was a little older (but not much). Vance weighed 25 pounds 9 oz. (100%) and was 29 1/2 inches long (99%) When I get comments about Tanner's size I just think, "Oh, this is nothing!"