mr. finn's half birthday

At six months, Finn can:

Dress like his dad.


Sit in a laundry basket.


And eat rice cereal.



And if those weren't impressive enough for you, he can also: laugh, scream, roll over from back to tummy and from tummy to back (he's mobile people), sit up in his Bumbo, fall asleep in his bed without rocking or crying, charm anyone on the block, sleep through the night, kick his own crotch, make us laugh (and cry), and other assorted awesome things.

What can't he do?

Poop. (I blame the rice cereal.)