Zack is a half!

That's right, Zack turned six months today. One half a year. That means he's hit the mark for solid food, and I'm sure that will be interesting.

I thought maybe the big boy would fill out this sweater, but you can see here it's still swimmingly large.

Not that he didn't have a sense of humor about it.

Once I got the sweater off of him, Z got less cooperative, trying to check out the traffic beyond our little front yard...

or checking out the baffled plumbers who came to fix the sink of someone named "Hugo" who as far as I know doesn't live in our building...

or pulling off his cool Japanese anime-ish socks. These feature a red robot and the word "traitor."

I suspect that for later milestones I'll say "gosh, that went by really fast," and in a way this half-year did. In another way, I feel like I experienced every second of the last six months. I love being a dad. This stage is wonderful and intense, as wonderful and intense as it promises.

Just look at that little guy. That huge little guy.