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January 13, 2005
The Anti-Milkaholic
I think there is a gene responsible for an affinity to milk and a gene responsible for disliking it. I am missing the former and have the latter. Azmina, on the other hand, is seriously missing the former and have bucketloads of the latter.
As time passed by she grew to loathe the bottle, and started to take hers from a glass... WITH A STRAW!!! Which is a hassle since it means we have to stop whatever we were doing and find a stationary place to pour cold milk into her cup, disguise its flavour with some nesquik powder, hold her, and wait while she sips a mere 4 ounces in 20 minutes. 4 ounces - that's half of what someone half her age would take in half that time.
I can't remember when I stopped drinking milk. I remember when I was 7, thinking "What the hell is wrong with this milk? It's a drink that comes in a carton, yet, it's flat and unsugared". I have seen ads telling children everywhere how good milk is, and so I gave it a go once in a while but I consistently got this feeling that I was being conned.
So Azmina, her milk substitute had been diluted apple juice before going to bed, and under her pediatrician's instructions, we changed it vitaminised, essential-mineralised, orange juice.
If his father's genes has its way, she can expect to stop drinking orange juice by 13, freak out at the thought of having fish in her food, enjoy sweetcorn, think having peanut butter is an inviolable human right, and would make a meal out of cream crackers and hot chilli sauce to satisfy a spice craving.
Posted by quickness at January 13, 2005 07:37 PM