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Last night I looked over from the broken computer to see Baby J attempt to drink wine from Freckles' glass.

 "I just held it up to him so he could smell it," said Freckles in bewilderment, "and he grabbed it and tried to drink!"

We tried again with water, and he gulped it down greedily. Which is amazing because it's not like we ever taught him how to drink or anything. I guess he comes by it naturally.

All day long he ate and ate and ate. And, when water was offered, drank and drank and drank.

At five, when I usually make him rice cereal (which he usually rejects after three bites), he lunged at the spoon, choking down as much food as he could. After about eight spoonfuls, I was beginning to get nervous about feeding him any more, but he kept looking for it, so I kept feeding him. And feeding him. And feeding him.

Earlier today, as I ate a pluot for breakfast, he took it from my hands and sucked on the exposed part where I had bitten it. Though this did not seem to particularly please him, he was also not displeased enough to stop eating.

According to most of those free breastfeeding brochures they give you at the hospital, most babies have growth spurts once between 7-10 days, 3-6 weeks, and 3-6 months old. I guess he's hitting the 6-month one. Honestly, I thought it would have come sooner, or, you know, more gradually.

But today he is an eating fiend.

Just now as I type this, in fact, Freckles sat down with Baby J on the couch after giving him his bath. As they sat down, I heard Freckles exclaim, "no! You can't eat that!" and glanced over to see Baby J claiming his next victim: the couch.