Tonight, just after dishing our skillet meal on plates, steaming some vegetables, and getting beverages ready, I quickly mixed up some grub for Breanna. I wasn’t sure if she’d actually eat anything (and actually, she did! Happily!) but I figured it might keep her semi-occupied while we had dinner. And as I stirred the food up for her, I thought of the television show This Is Daniel Cook (side note – the show itself is take it or leave it with me, but their website is awesome if you have young kids; Hayley can spend an eternity over there).

Yesterday, I watched an episode with Hayley, and Daniel was visiting a farm. A woman taught him the proper way to milk a cow, and then discussed the differences between the fresh, whole milk and the kind you buy in a store, as well as all the other things that you can make with the milk. And I suddenly realized that although there is probably a bit of a trial and error process, I bet that any woman who is a mother could successfully milk a cow if she has ever stood in the kitchen and expressed milk into a little pink plastic bowl to add to rice cereal flakes.

Yes, these are indeed the things that my few remaining brain cells gather together to contemplate.

I bet I would rock at milking cows.