On A Roll

I did not take babies to BT because I can hardly walk. I gave F a lunch bag with not enough milk for the day, including the last bag of frozen milk on earth- my milk that is. At 8:40 am I learned that one of the bottles spilled. Talk about crying over spilt milk- whoever coined that adage was surely referring to her own. The good news is that this incident catapulted me to acting on the plan I have been devising to use the babies (one as the control and the other as the test baby) as proponents of you do not have to be 12 months to drink cow's milk. I am starting that movement. A is the candidate and she will be drinking 3-4 oz of organic cow milk mixed with NYC water this afternoon. I will give it 24 hours and if she does not react we will proceed. V will be next of course if all goes well. I am beyond excited to retire this machine along with its soundtrack. As a footnote (ha ha), I called over ten doctors and they can either see me in a few weeks (useful) or out of network ($200-$400). Since we are talking about a toe and not a lung, I think I will ride this painful bs out. I hate doctors, insurance, and all that jazz.