I was talking with Nicole yesterday between visits from nurses, lactation consultants, and the woeful cries of the hungry baby, and I mused aloud that I think, based on Random's coloring and the perfect shape of her head, she looked a little like a peach with eyes.
So I've found a new term of endearment for my newborn: The Squeaky Peach.
And everytime I think that, my sleep-dep self likes to think back to the movie The Mask - specifically the Cuban Pete song.
They call her Squeaky Peach.
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