In a rare moment of mutual consciousness this morning (I'm normally out of the house before she wakes up), my wife and I shared a few moments sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching some news highlights.
I was eating my Cheerios and she was nursing Tavish.
When the boy was done and finally disengaged his docking mechanism, I was struck by the look on his face. Mid-chew, I noted that his visage was exuding an aura of somnolent satiety, and I recognized it immediately: I have experienced the same after spending time at the bar with friends and gorging myself on hot wings washed down with several pints o' Canadian. Gastrointestinal bliss.
The major difference, though, is that where I am normally left with a burnin' ring of fire as a reminder, Tavish had nothing more than a harmless milk moustache.
The contented Burp-n-Grin afterwards is what really cemented it for me.
There's a line from a Marc Cohn song (not sure he wrote it though) — "drunk like a baby on his mama's milk."
Posted by: marian | Friday, 12 May 2006 at 10:47 AM
Burp-n-Grin sounds like a fast food place, or maybe a comfy family bar. Competition for Tommy Ho.
Posted by: rick | Friday, 12 May 2006 at 12:55 PM
So in other words, a sated teeny male person is really not a bit different than a sated grown-up male person. And it's all in the tummy. Hmmm. Much to be said for the old adage, The way to a man's heart is through his beer/milk belly.
Posted by: Linda | Friday, 12 May 2006 at 03:49 PM
The child is father to the man? Or is it that the man is the child of a father? Or some other similiar old adage?
Posted by: rick | Friday, 12 May 2006 at 04:50 PM
Somehow they don't get quite that same look after taking a half hour to finish a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The burp still comes, though.
Posted by: Mark | Friday, 12 May 2006 at 05:17 PM
Somehow they don't get quite that same look after taking a half hour to finish a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The burp still comes, though.
Posted by: Mark | Friday, 12 May 2006 at 05:17 PM
Me love me some hotwings!
Posted by: TerriTorial | Saturday, 13 May 2006 at 07:23 AM
Great post! LOL Doesn't take much to keep a guy happy, does it! No matter the age.
Posted by: the Mater | Saturday, 13 May 2006 at 11:11 AM
I remember hearing that contented burp and grin at Rusty's, many years ago.
And Sigh, I'm not up in the middle of the night posting comments. Must be the playoffs. Go Oilers Go...!
Posted by: Grampa | Saturday, 13 May 2006 at 06:32 PM