My 6yo spilled his milk this morning. The gallon jug was too big for him to easily handle and he knocked his cup over when trying to fill it. After we cleaned up the mess, I realized that we only have one container of milk in the refrigerator. That may not seem significant, but the more I thought about it, the more loaded that 2% milk seemed.
Twenty years ago, I would have insisted there be skim milk in my fridge. Dreams of skinniness and media hype made it seem like THAT was one of the healthiest secrets. Now I know that a little fat in your diet is a very good thing and 2% is a sweet little number.
Nine years ago, you had to push past all the pumped breast milk to get to anything in the fridge. My first child, Abe, when he was four months old, suddenly went on a breast strike and I had to pump all my milk into bottles for the remainder of my six month goal. It was emotionally heartbreaking and a pumping pain in the behind.
Six years ago, the breast milk returned with a vengeance. Eli was a preemie (three months early) and I pumped from the get-go. He lived in the NICU those first few months, and in the first days, it was me and my industrial pump in the maternity ward. I would bring bags of milk to the nurses’ station every two hours to exclamations of “Whoa.” This overabundance of milk in the beginning was serendipitous, as my production eventually slowed to a painful trickle. The frozen liquid gold kept Eli in Mama Nutrients until he was nine months old.
Five years ago, breast milk was replaced by whole milk for Eli. The more calories, the better for that little snapper. The doctors wanted him to thrive. He drank that milk until he was four and thrive he did.
Soy milk for a latte craze, rice milk for when the toddlers were sick, half & half for the loads of coffee we used to drink. Now, one milk to drink, one milk to spill, one milk for cooking and one milk for mustaches. “Got Milk?” Yup, just the one.
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My breasts are sore now, LOL.
We go through milk like water with the two boys (and eggs!). We have 1% and lactaid (TMI?) in our frig. Brings me back to the days when Max (who gave up the breast feeding ghost at 7 mos.) became allergic to all things dairy. He was also allergic to soy. So, goats milk was the way we went for many moons. Wow, that stuff is $$. Luckily, he grew out of the allergy by 3 years.
Glad you all didn’t cry over spilled milk!
What an amazing set of memories, all brought up by a jug of milk! THanks for sharing them!