Baby style 80’s pop- November 17, 2010
My new favorite thing is “milk-drunk newborn face”. After nursing Charlotte she gets this woozy, satisfied look on her face like “Whoa! That’s the good stuff Mama!” Add the lack of neck strength and droopy eyes, and she looks like she washed down some sake with a Jager bomb. This leaves Greyson and I rolling with laughter at this silly cuteness.
Last night she was getting hungry and doing that rooting, grunting, and panting babies do when it’s time to eat. Greyson says, “Charlotte, you’re addicted to milk!” As I started feeding her he broke into song…
“Addicted to Milk” by Greyson
(This is to the tune of Robert Palmer’s late-1980’s-Pepsi-commercial-classic “Addicted to Love”. )
He started where everyone starts the song, at the end of the chorus.
“You’re gonna have to face it you’re addicted to milk…”
Verse:
“You need that milk.
You want it bad.
If you don’t get it, you’ll be sad.
You need that milk.
You want it now.
If you can’t get Mom, you’ll find a cow!
A big ‘ole cow!”
Poor Charlotte! I was laughing so hard she could barely keep eating. Let’s hope she won’t end up a “Palmer Girl”, or in any other music video. At least she’s addicted to milk and not Pepsi, or booze.
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I'm so glad to see that nursing seems to be going well! I remember you expressed some anxiety about that earlier. I'd never criticize anyone for their choices, but it makes me so happy when babies get the good stuff! I struggled the first time but had a much easier experience this time. Almost 5 months and still going strong!
I just came across your blog and I love it! You're too funny and congrats on your baby girl. I too love, love, love the milk drunk:)
P.S… I ADORE the milk drunk face, too. Be sure to take pictures – you'll love to look back and laugh and remember this crazy and sweet time.
I LOVE MILK DRUNK!
I can't wait to nurse again. Will'd make all these orgasmic noises when he'd nurse. He was also quite aggressive with his technique, which hurt at first, but cracked me up later.
He'd latch on and then shake his head back and forth like some kind of exotic cat snapping its prey's neck. Like he had to kill his own food. The differences between males and females, I believe, are present from day one.