I should be.

Adam is out of town on interview #2 (Conneticut, this time), and I should be switching the laundry or unloading the dishwasher or some such to get ahead of the kids in the morning....but. 

My smallest son turned 5 months old on Wednesday (how'd that happen??) and before another month gets away from me...

before I forget to write down that he started sitting up on his own a few weeks ago

...and saying "hi" (no really, he does...so stinkin' cute!!)

...and that he's already doing the inchworm across the floor in a determined effort to keep up with the bigger kids

...and that he's so sweet and smiles at everyone, instantly

... and that he's an inch and a half shorter than his sister was at a YEAR
...and that he hated the tiny baby carseat that we've already switched him to the one his sister was in, rear-facing of course
...and that he loves music but tends to flinch when he hears his big sister come near (she loves him fiercely)
...and that he's a huge Mama's boy right now (which I'm totally soaking up)
...and that he's already lovin' sweet potatoes and tolerating avocado
...and that he's 14 lbs and 25.5 inches of snuggly

silly

                                                                         giggly                                                                                                                                                                            
         smiley
                 fiercely determined
                          little boy.
                       

(c'mon....can you blame me for slacking off? Who doesn't love that face??)