Chomp. Chomp.

Everything, and I mean everything, goes into A.'s mouth these days (and made for a very slow morning of Christmas-gift unwrapping, if you know what I mean). 

Yesterday, I thought that chomping was slowing down (a grandmother in our music class assured me A.'s constant chomping on non-edible things was normal and this, too, shall pass).  Judging by today's pictures, A. proved me wrong.