Frog Legs

• Our friend, Cathy Sterling (fellow Army dentist in Italy), sent this cool gift this week. Bennett will be splashing in the puddles and creeks before we know it.



Frog Legs

• Let’s examine this lullaby (more like lull-a-bye):

Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

So, the baby and the cradle are in the top of the tree (for some reason???). The lullaby warns the baby to prepare himself (or herself) for a fierce wind that will break the limb that his (or her) bed (I hope it has a warning label on it) rocks on. Then, the baby will topple from the top of the tree. What’s the aftermath?  That “sleepy” song cruelly leaves it up to the baby’s imagination.  Better say your prayers, baby.  (Maybe this one . . . scary prayer)

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  Can I just say that I jealous of my son's general sleep patterns?  He often goes to sleep smiling.  He often wakes up smiling.  And when he does sleep . . . he has the most peaceful appearance I've ever seen.  (Hence, the cliche:  sleeps like a baby, I guess).

• What ticks Bennett off?  He now hates to be burped (he'll make his body stiff as a board and then yells like a drill instructor).  He becomes a jerk when he's hungry (but what guy doesn't?  Guilty!).  And sometimes he fights sleep like Muhammad Ali (and gets as angry as a hornet in the process).