twenty two weeks

Knox turned five months on his first Christmas - what a killer week he had. We traveled to Pennsylvania to soak in all that we could being around family and festiveness. We had our fingers crossed for snow, but instead got mild temps in the upper 50s. Ultra lame. Knox seems to have really found his voice while we were there - now squeaking and squealing along with his coos. He seems to be getting a little more active, which has me wondering if we may have a wild child brewing.