When I was first trying to wean Max off of breast milk, we started offering him cow's milk, in the hopes that it would take the place, both nutritionally and spiritually, that Mama milk had once held in his heart. This was a spectacular failure. Max would accept a cup of milk, take a swig, spit it out, and then look at us indignantly over his milk-spattered chin, as if to ask us why we were trying to poison him. I was beginning to get worried that Max would never embrace the world of non-mother-based dairy. And then, one day, for no reason that any of us can determine, Max's attitude toward milk did a complete 180 degree turn. Not only will he drink milk when offered, but he will demand milk if it is not offered. He has been known to go through a half-gallon a day, and I am absolutely not exaggerating. If allowed, he would abandon all other foods in favor of it's creamy goodness. Here he is, fresh from savoring a sippy cup full of the stuff, sporting a delightfully whimsical milk moustache and goatee. Who wants to give him the first kiss?
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Milk Breath
When I was first trying to wean Max off of breast milk, we started offering him cow's milk, in the hopes that it would take the place, both nutritionally and spiritually, that Mama milk had once held in his heart. This was a spectacular failure. Max would accept a cup of milk, take a swig, spit it out, and then look at us indignantly over his milk-spattered chin, as if to ask us why we were trying to poison him. I was beginning to get worried that Max would never embrace the world of non-mother-based dairy. And then, one day, for no reason that any of us can determine, Max's attitude toward milk did a complete 180 degree turn. Not only will he drink milk when offered, but he will demand milk if it is not offered. He has been known to go through a half-gallon a day, and I am absolutely not exaggerating. If allowed, he would abandon all other foods in favor of it's creamy goodness. Here he is, fresh from savoring a sippy cup full of the stuff, sporting a delightfully whimsical milk moustache and goatee. Who wants to give him the first kiss?
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I was willing to give his ravioli (and it was laced with beef) smeared lips a kiss...so I would certainly be willing to kiss his milk moustache lips.
Wow. Amara was totally like that, too. I think around 18 months we introduced cow's milk. No interest. Around age two, the milkaholic emerged, and she's only now beginning to appreciate other drinks again. Good to know there are other children with similar unexplainable behaviors...
I'll take a hug :)
There's no guarantee that he doesn't have milk on his torso, too, Mike.
I like how he smiles when he says "Meek".
Just wait until he discovers the absolute joy of dipping fresh baked cookies into the stuff. Ahhhh, bliss.
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