Thursday, June 19
I had an absolutely wonderful time last night at a local coffee shop with some mom friends I don't get to hang out with much. We are all on the whole "wanting to be better moms" kick (who isn't?) and in particular, we're trying to figure out this whole "health" thing: what to prioritize financially, time-wise...that whole schpeal (I learned that word in my English minor classes at Taylor Univ, I'm sure!) Anyway, my friend Emily buys raw milk from a local farm and was telling me about it. Owen seems to be allergic to milk, so our whole family has been trying to do rice milk only for about 6 months. I have heard some about raw milk from my friend Liana who is also on a serious food journey because of her own health concerns. SO, this morning I was talking to the boys about the milk thing and possibly buying a half share of this cow. That led to a conversation because Kole, I think, said he didn't want to drink milk from a cow's butt, or something like that! I reminded them about when they were babies and that milk doesn't come from there but rather from a mom's breast. The same goes with the milk we drink coming from a cow's breast. I then told them that we could actually go see these six dairy cows and that Emily actually gets to milk the cows. Braden got this (distressed? grossed out? confused?) look on his face and said, "I don't want to touch a cow's breast." I thought you might like a chuckle this morning!