Got Milk?

My Isabella is addicted to milk...the carnation instant breakfast chocolate milk, that is. It's part of a routine for her and it drives me nuts. We started getting the carnation instant breakfast because at least it has redeeming protein. "I want chocolate milk, mom, dad!" (and then rattles of anyone's name who will listen in a screaming rant) About 3 times a day, no kidding. But the thing is, she only drinks it about half the time. It's one of her MANY security 'blankets'. Chocolate milk in a sippy. I have more chocolate milk stains on her sheets and carpet from the full sippy cup leaking.

MILK. I don't think she gets it. Does she REALLY think that I just have the best thing going here---cause she thinks I can have 'milk' anytime I want?????!!!! Or maybe my long pumping days put an image in her mind that just won't go away. Read on....

***Warning! uncensored content!***

Izzie--"I want your boobies, Mom"
Me--"W H A T?! Why do you want my boobies?!"
Izzie--"Because you got milk!"
Me--" No, Izzie, not anymore. My milk is gone."
Izzie--"Oh, Vivie drank it all? I want to cuddle you and drink your milk, mom."

Okay, what's the crazy obsession my girls have with boobies? There's no way to censor this and get the gist of my hilarious girls! Lexie is the same way...pointing out other women's endowments...or not. REALLY. She went across the street to our friends' house and just stared at Karyn for a few minutes (don't hate me for blogging this, Karyn!!), reflecting something in her mind, and out popped her thoughts, "your boobies just aren't like my mommies!" My 3-year-old princess! Sean sure got a roaring laugh at Lexie's boldness. Out of the mouth of babes. Our neighbors must wonder what we teach our little ones at home! Just this week Lexie was checking herself out in the mirror and said, "I like my boobies, mom!" Yeah, Lex, grrreat. What is a mom to say? I kind of ignored her obsession for a minute.

Or is this all because Lexie & Izzie feel deprived? They were both horrible nursers and so I didn't force it and didn't give it a chance after they failed a few times. So they were bottle babies all the way! Oh, they're way too aware of themselves...their mommie and other women at 2 and 3 years old! Between Curt's 'pecks' and the women in my family, my girls might need back surgery at some point! Or therapy. They don't even stand a chance as track and field stars.

I warned you this is un-censored. It gets worse.

Once a month when doo-da comes for a visit--or whatever special little name you call it, my little Izzie runs to the rescue with her compassionate helping attitude.
"Mommie, you have ouchies? Here, you need this. I'll help you" (handing me the supplies). I remember being aware and curious with my mom, but it's a little nuts when I can't even manage to pee without an audience of at least two little girls. So I guess I have to find the humor in all of it....and there's a lot of humor bursting from my kids. I'm one lucky momma, uncensored or not.