Sunday, September 30, 2012

Could It Be Genetic?

For as long as I can remember, I have loved chocolate milk.

When I was little and visiting my grandparents, my grandmother would give my siblings and me one glass of chocolate milk a day. Grandma always prepared homemade meals, and I often found myself forced to eat a number of foods I didn't enjoy too much (like oatmeal, beets, okra, beans). After a rough day of healthful eating, drinking chocolate milk was heaven.

Somehow, I developed a habit of drinking chocolate milk out of a bowl (and sometimes a cup) with a spoon. In my mind, using a spoon to enjoy my treat made the chocolate milk last even longer. I didn't meet another person who drank chocolate milk like this until college, and yes, we are now best friends (we're just really awesome like that, Becca).

I haven't had chocolate milk in a bowl since Eliza was born. There is simply no time to savor my chocolate milk like there was before children (and yes, children are totally worth that sacrifice). I still love my chocolate milk, though, and so does Eliza. I attribute her love for the delicious drink due to my diet while pregnant. With both pregnancies, I had hyperemesis and was unable to keep any solid food down. The only thing I didn't throw up was Carnation Instant Breakfast. I am so grateful for that beverage and credit it with keeping me from getting a food tube again when I was pregnant with the twins.  So yes, my kids have been drinking chocolate milk since they were in the womb.

A couple of weeks ago, I gave Eliza a glass of Carnation Instant Breakfast and instead of gulping it down like she usually does, she ran downstairs. A few minute later, she came back to the kitchen counter with the tea set she received for her birthday. She poured her milk into a little tea cup, picked up a mini spoon, and proceeded to sip her chocolate milk.

Could a love for savoring chocolate milk be genetic? Quite possibly.


  1. Love it! Those pics are so cute! Time for me to break out my tiny tea set.

  2. That is priceless! Oh how I love her. And you.


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