Race to the middle

My 6 month visit was this week. Guess what? I am average. Yay! Seriously, my weight has gone from the 5th percentile for my age to the 50th. For those of you keeping track, I am now 17 pounds even, which the Carter's size people call the 6-9 month range. If retailers don't know progress, who does? Such validation. Dr. Myers said I had abs, too, and that Mommy and Daddy need to get ready for weekends on the soccer field. Did you hear Mommy whisper "lacrosse"? I swear I did.
My PT for tortoise-collies, or whatever, is going well, and sometimes, I lean to the other side, just to mix things up a bit. I can roll from back to front, with lots of incentive, but when I get there, I can't decide what to do, so I usually call for help. Kinda like tortoise!
Hearing test next week. The Arlington PIE folks said I was a month ahead on my verbal skills, which my mom said is because I come from a long line of talkers. Ma Ma Ma (squeal) to you.