Mmmmmm....frog legs. A delicacy in many parts.
On another note, during the night, somebody swapped my calm little angel for a very wild boy. A hyper, shouting, frat party animal of a baby awoke this morning. I have never heard such a ruckus from A- he yelled at me, yelled at the kitty, yelled at his Einstein contraption with forceful conviction. In a moment of sheer abandon, he even screeched at his own hand. Moved to his bouncy chair, he kicked his toy bar down and when I tried to replace it, kicked me in response. Feeding this new child was no easy task. He wiggled and squirmed and spat milk to his eyebrows, then clawed into my hand when I pulled the bottle away. Sheesh, A, what gives? I mean, you're sort of entertaining and wickedly cute in this unrestrained spirit....but you're kind of exhausting, too.
He's napping now (swing nap, if you've been paying attention). Let's hope whatever awakens is more "sweet baby A we know and love", less "kid who drank Red Bull for breakfast".