Hungry Like a Baby

I Peter 2:2 As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby..
Why newborn babes?  Why not young children, teenagers, or adults?   I'm not exactly sure, but an insight my son Bentley has given me
What is the difference between when I'm hungry, as an adult, or when Bentley is hungry, as a new born babe?  When I'm hungry, I usually satiate my hunger by snacking on whatever is close by~ a cracker, cookie, Hershey bar, apple, whatever is quick and handy.  Before Bentley was born, I could go all day without eating; too busy, pre~occupied with whatever I'm doing at the moment.  From the time we're young we're taught to 'deal' with our hunger until a time when it's convenient to eat. 
 Enter my newborn Bentley.  Waaaaa!!!!!Waaaaaa!!!! Waaaaaa!!!! which in translation is 'Feed me and feed me now!!!  His insistent cries demand that I stop whatever I'm doing and not only satiate his appetite, but offer him the full 5 (or should I say 2 :) courses.  Paci? Forget about it. 
What's the lesson in this?  I'm afraid I respond to my spiritual hunger as an adult, rather than a newborn babe.  Too often I find myself rushing through my devotional time to get to the next thing I need to do.  I tend to snack on morsels of scripture, a Hershey kiss prayer on my way to the next apointment.  While some will say that God understands this, and I believe He does; how can I expect to spiritually thrive when I  rarely take time to 'sit down to the feast'. 
Spiritual obesity is the only obesity I don't have to go on a diet for. Overindulging in the Word is the only overindulgence I don't have to feel guilty about.
A nursing mom is told to double her calorie and fluid intake to help her body keep up the milk production.  When my mother was here after Bentley was born, she had to consistently remind me that I needed to eat in order to properly nourish Bentley.  How much more do I need to stay spiritually fed in order to spiritually nourish him.  I know as a new mom my life is crazy and most likely will not get better; I'm getting used to the new normal and will have to deny myself some simple and innocent pleasures in order to be able to indulge in the milk of the Word.  Not only for myself, but also for Bentley.