Elliot starts the second half of his first year today...I really can't believe it!  He has obviously changed so much in his first six months, and it hit me yesterday when I was looking at Harry's pictures of him at 12 months that there is so much more to come in the next few months!  Soon he will be standing and perhaps taking a few steps.  It is so crazy to comprehend.  He already has 4 teeth (2 on top, 2 on bottom), and the thousand times a day he flashes his signature huge grin shows that he's working on getting quite a few more.  He continues to be just the happiest, easiest to get along with baby ever. 

Harry has evolved into quite the fashionista, in that he likes to be involved in the choice of shirt he wears everyday.  And man, he is picky!  We usually go through about nine different shirts before we get a smile and a "That one!".  I am trying to figure out a pattern.  He seems to prefer polo-style shirts, and if he does choose a t-shirt it almost always has stripes on it.  He cracks me up. 

Lately he has really been into playing in more of a make-believe style with his toys which is so cute to watch.  I hate to let him know that I'm watching because it usually makes him embarrassed.  He has also started to sing songs to himself which is also very charming.  His vocab continues to evolve so quickly and is becoming very adept at expressing his needs and wants....and demands.  Since Elliot is becoming more mobile and wants to check out what big brother is up to (and usually try to grab the toys that he's playing with), Harry has learned the unfortunate lesson of having to share your things and really doesn't care for it a lot of the time.  "No touch, Baby!  No, no touch!" is a favorite saying around here.  The funniest Harry story lately involves bedtime prayer Tuesday night.  I asked him if he was ready to pray and he said " I no pray!"  I told him sorry, but we had to pray, and while I was praying for us he kept talking, telling me no, and trying to cover my mouth.  When I was done, I told him that wasn't very nice, and that he needed to tell Jesus he was sorry.  "I sorry, Jeebus. "  What a priceless memory!   

Here are a few of the fantastic pictures we had taken on Saturday.  A family that lives in our neighborhood takes them as a hobby and they did such a great job.  They are moving to New Jersey this month and I am so sad...I would have bugged them all the time for pictures I'm sure! 

One happy, grateful family...even if the stock market is going down the tubes!!