17 April 2012
Despite evidence to the contrary, there actually IS someone on this
planet whom I will allow to cough in my face. He's about 54 cm, 8-1/2
pounds, looks like a little cherub and is a raging milkaholic.
These milkaholic babies give pretty good hunger cues. Ours has three
stages - 1) lick lips a bit while making piggy grunting sounds and
kicking legs cheerfully; 2) suck on an
imaginary bottle (which is about the funniest thing I've ever seen in my
life); 3) full scale meltdown because the parent people have missed
cues 1 and 2. The full out thermonuclear will also occur if the parent
people stop feeding the little billy goat before he is officially full.
I got this last night and my ears are still ringing. He seemed to be
doubly pissed off because I rarely miss the early cues. It was like he
was saying 'you KNOW I'm hungry! Why are you not LISTENING to me?!?
You SUCK! I want my MOMMY! Oh damn, you ARE my mommy! But you're not
LISTENING to me!!' Poor chicken. Poor Rukai too ;)
rate, as young son is exploding, I actually heard myself shouting to T - in reference to the formula - 'cool it down FASTER!!' as if he
actually could do that. But our intrepid hero proved himself a genius
by scooping Rukai out of my arms and getting under some dim lights.
Then using the magic daddy touch and a load of rocking he cooled Rukai
down instead. For so long in fact that he conked out and we had to warm
the milk back up again.
I feel a bit like the Keystone Cops. Or the Harlem Globetrotters. Or the Three Stooges. Nyuk nyuk nyuk.
Milktender, another round please!!