One day Jack passed a woman and her four-year-old son on the street, and the son lifted up his mother’s shirt and shouted, Mommy! Moo-moo! Now! So now every time Jackson’s ready to nurse, Jack says, Oh, it’s mommy-moo-moo time. I plan to wean him at a year, if anyone cares.
I’m drinking whole milk by the quart these days. I haven’t craved it this much since I was a kid. Now that you can buy the organic stuff I feel better about it, but for a long time there I was in the “cow’s milk is for baby cows” camp. But now that I have three pounds of See’s candy left over from my birthday, milk is the only antidote to complete sugar overload. I got that advice from a student of nutrition at NYU.