I am embarrassed that it has taken me this long to figure it out: River is allergic to dairy, which includes goat's milk.
My selfishness is shocking sometimes. I so wanted him to tolerate goat's milk because I wanted real milk, real cheese, and real yogurt.
Apparently this is the lesson I am still supposed to learn: parenting is all about self-sacrifice. Just when I think I get it, I am humbled again. So, parenting is also all about humility. Realizing just how dense I can be at times.
So, the goat's milk was fun while it lasted. We all fell in love with the farm and the goats. So, allow me to indulge in one last hurrah.
Every time we made the drive out to Leach, OK (yes, the town is apparently named after a blood-sucking parasite...), Mike the farmer was more than happy to stop whatever he was doing and let us visit with the goats.
The goats were all friendly and obviously well-loved. Liam especially enjoyed seeing the goats every week. We're all sad that we can't drink their yummy milk anymore.
Notice I said we.
Liam may be allergic to dairy as well. Last week, I was talking with a woman at our church who has two grown children with dairy allergies.
She was able to give me lots of advice, start probiotics for both kids, wait until River is at least 6 months before introducing solid foods, and she suggested that Liam's poor appetite may be an indicator that also is dairy-allergic.
Liam isn't just finicky. He doesn't eat dinner. And if he eats more than a bite or two, we are impressed.
And it would also explain his constant crankiness from infancy, regularity issues, and frequent stomach aches.
So, we've cut him off from dairy, too.
Gabriel is the lone dairy-drinker in our house now, and once he finishes the goat's milk we had already brought home, we'll all be dairy-free at home. At least for now.
We are all working on adjusting. Adjusting meals. Adjusting flavors. Adjusting expectations.