OK, maybe I can handle it, with the power of raw milk at my side!

Am I insane? Is this urge to nourish to the best of my ability ingrained, a mutation of the biological impetus to recreate the hunter-gatherer days? Or is it a product of technology and capitalism--quick searches on message boards combined with the only outings available to a mom in winter in New England, shopping trips? (Of course, we go to the Children's Museum and we start Kindermusik next week--but these places not only cost money to get into, you also sit around and compare how other moms have spent money on their kids' wardrobe and snack choices....) My recent naptime reading selection has obviously added to my new obsession (yes, Chris, I called it that)--Nutrition and Physical Degeneration.

I cannot recommend this book enough. Especially because I'd love to have someone to debate it with me. It seems to make so much sense. I checked out rawmilk.com to find a place where I could get raw milk. I just sent my information to Just Dairy today. I'm not sure how soon my milk will come, but I can't wait to make yogurt with my new yogurt maker. (Williams Sonoma and crunchy homemade yogurt seem somehow contradictory, but the price was right, I was at the mall, and they have glass containers as opposed to plastic. Plus they had heart-shaped egg forms on sale, so I made cute pancakes and eggs this morning as a treat.) I plan to add a little honey and fruit or just a banana so I can slip the cod liver oil into the girls' breakfast smoothie. (I've made them smoothies twice--once Nico didn't drink hers right away, but it'd be a quick healthy breakfast for us all, replacing cereal.)

OK, the girls are in rare form today. Lena took a bit of a nap on the way back from WholeFoods, but it's now 12.30 and they show no signs of tiring. And they're not fussy! Is it the tiny bit of organic cane sugar and rapadura in the pancakes this morning? Or the banana that might be counting as lunch? (Oh, wait, there was a fuss!) They are playing so happily, just asking me to read a book every once in a while. Maybe this is the future! Happy kids--that's all I want!

New things I forgot to mention:

• They will slap you five. Or ten.
• They excel at identifying buses, both city and school.
• They like looking out the front window in the playroom from their tiny couch perch. Oh how I want to buy them little individual chairs. I think that would be a great Easter present, don't you?

(Mystery babe is Lena.)