I've officially decided that Nolan can stop growing and stay right here at six months old.  I mean, I think I want him to keep growing up EVENTUALLY, but right now?  I can wait.  It's a good age.  He's also in the 99th percentile for height, so he can hold off and settle down for a bit.  I'd be happy if he froze right here for the next three months or so.  He can solidly hold his own head up (yay no more carseat in the shopping cart!), eat and enjoy some solid foods, has a strict napping schedule,  is the happiest baby you'll ever meet, and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, sleeps for 11-12 hours straight through the night.  Can I get an amen?

He's also somewhat mobile.

Make that a LOT mobile.  He army crawls his way wherever he wants to go, whenever he wants to go (which is ALL THE TIME DON'T STOP TO CHANGE MY DIAPER WOMAN LET ME MOOOOVVVE) and still startles me sometimes when he's suddenly right beside me, or when I go to check on him and discover that he's not where I left him.

Where are you going, bay-bee?

He's usually trying to chase after his big brother and sister (Brooklyn can often be heard running around saying, "Come an' get meee No-an!") and he's already discovered that their toys are the best ones.  He can usually be found trying to play with whatever they are playing with, and it's only a matter of time before he figures out what "No no No-an!  That mine!" means.

Unless the older two are napping.  Then he gets free reign.

And still possesses the biggest blue eyes that you ever did see.