Griffin is now officially six months old, and he's working on some new skills. He's trying to roll from his back to his stomach, and getting pretty close there. Tonight he sat up by himself on the floor with no support and held it there for a good two minutes or so before the weight of his head got the best of him.
He still generally humors me taking his picture. Here he's sitting in the same place he was in previous pictures.  Our couch cover came in, so now his backdrop is tan instead of white. We could start our own little portrait studio in the living room with our very own bland brown backdrop.

All smiles, Griffin is quite social. He is a good little performance baby, as if he knows exactly when to put on a show. He was giving me a serious look all morning, but when a lady in the elevator so much as looked at him, he started beaming and laughing, cooing and making happy sounds like I flipped on his show pony switch. Aunt Jenni made him a "show pony" onesie, and now it's coming true.