I love the “milestone” posts that my with-it friends post.  You know, “SoAndSo is SuchandSuch age, does this and that, etc.”  With four kids under six, however, they’re each lucky that anything gets recorded.

 That said, here’s Freedom at Five months.  Or so.  It actually happens next, uh… Mon, no, Wedn, no Thursday – no, Wednesday.  For sure.  Five months on next Wednesday.  Sheesh.  For someone who can’t sort out which date happens when, I guess I should be happy to know how old he is at all.

 He’s a doll.  I love the age (and/or temperment) where a baby will erupt into an enormous smile in response to a little attention from anyone.  It’s just so charming.  He especially loves his siblings, his parents, and my mom.  I love to see my older kids lavish him with playfull attention… And only get slightly paranoid that they’re going to crush him, poke him, break bones, share germs, or otherwise cause him bodily harm.

He rolls like a pro from front to back, and is swiftly approaching the back-to-front roll.  He sings, coos, laughs, grabs for things and often succeeds, and puts his binky back in his own mouth with greater and greater proficiency.

In other words, he’s a happy, healthy, normal baby, of more than exceptional cuteness.

(Shout out to the adorable Valentine blanket a certain someone made.  She’s planned to make a blanket for every holiday, to be loaned to whichever grandbaby happens to be of the age to use it.  We get to be the lucky first to break them in.  I think she should make a set of burp cloths for every holiday and sell them… I’m telling you, she could totally make a killing on Etsy…)

Back to Freedom.  I mean, really, isn’t he cute?  Super-duper cute?  Cinderella thinks so.  She loves to love him.

We even love him when he looks like this:

Yes, Freedom gets fussy.  How often?  Every time he gets tired.  And about every other day, maybe, he really digs in and screams and screams because he dislikes going to sleep so much.  Even when wearing BYU blue, evidently.  I have found that the homeopathic remedy “chamomille” is my best friend when it comes to his “dig in and scream it out” crying spells.  Awesome stuff, it is.

One of our exciting and unexpected happenings was Grandpa and Grandma coming down from Idaho to support a candidate they love.  I thought they were “laying low” for a while, and planned on us going up there in order to see them again.  Huzzah!  Another reason to love Morgan Philpot.  You can expect a political post coming later about him, I’m sure. 

Freedom loves seeing the Grandpa after whome he is named.  I do too.  I know we’re not supposed to have favorite relatives, and I totally don’t -cough, cough- but if I did…

I certainly wouldn’t say on a blog, would I?!

hahaha…