I got back to New Hampshire last evening to realize that sweet B is passing simultaneously through several transitions. Saturday, she’ll be celebrating—with a little adult help with the corks—her six-month birthday; she’s big enough to be moving from childish six-month clothes to sophisticated nine-month fashions; and she’s starting actually to eat a little solid food …

… (rice cereal, along with truly ingesting mashed pear and apple sauce…the broccoli is just for show); she’s about to start crawling (any day now—maybe any hour).

Oh, and a tooth…we keep thinking there has to be a tooth on the way with all that drooling and chewing going on.