I lie... Am I wrong?
Eloise is still hooked on the mama milk. I don't mind it too much. It's a perfect way for us to catch up when I get home from work. She snuggles in my arms, looks up at me with her big brown eyes, and I ask her about her day. However, I am always looking for creative ways to get her off my boob, and onto another satisfying drink. The latest success has been almond milk, except I call it "ice cream milk". The little monster downs it like it actually has sugar. Ha, ha, sucker.