Growing up

Rolin will turn six months old in a couple weeks. I've recently wondered when it was he got to be so big. I mean, I see him every day, but all the sudden BAM! he's almost six months old, rolling over, fussing when we take something away, laughing with us and at us and doing things older children do. 

For example...

He thought he could get away with throwing a party when his parents were gone. We caught on to his plans, though, and haven't yet left him alone. 

He's been demanding an allowance.

He's been burning the midnight oil typing his memoirs. 

And he's been watching too much Old School.

If he's this defiant at six months, I'm terrified of his teenage years.