This is freedom milk. It's been in our freezer with other lesser tubes of breast milk, labeled with the date it was pumped, and here it is sitting in a warm cup of water to prepare it for the Prince's consumption. Preparing breast milk like this is a more frequent ritual now that school has started. Going back was a little more traumatic this time, but we are happy to report a relatively smooth transition to day time at grandpa and lola's place, and his mom has a reasonable way to pump during her work day and keep the supply up. PC's awake time is a bounty to the senses: walks around the garden, flashcards, Tagalog Talk Time, and hugs. On the all-important milk-front, we've discovered that in this new arrangement he will eat from a bottle but has a definite preference for the susu, the real receptacle. Sometimes we think he holds off on finishing bottles because he knows his mommy will be home soon ... clever boy.
I'm sure the July 5 milk is good and all (it is John and Liddy's anniversary), and I've heard nice things about the early-August vintage in the freezer, but this Fourth of July milk is probably the reason the transition back to school is going so well. The whole setting was right that day: not only did we have the aforementioned Achters in town that weekend, which is always good karma, we also made a hike (with a dog) to the river for swimming and we ate hamburgers and hot dogs in a big barbecue cookout that was scrumptious. If memory serves, we even ended the day with a couple scoops of Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream. Folks, is this not the stuff of Family Fourths everywhere?!? All we're missing is some red, white and blue bunting on our windows.
If ever there are more McCarthy hearings, and they round up academics to grill them about being communists, I plan to testify next to a four-by-six foot print of this image to demonstrate my family's commitment to the American way.
Patriotism? Loyalty? My family drinks it with their milk, sir.
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