Coffee

This week has been pretty intense (nothing worrisome--just a lot of work stuff), so instead of thoughtful posts, you're going to get some random slice of life blogging this weekend.

For example, here's a story from this morning. This story might illustrate children's incredible imitative capacities, or my vaguely incompetent parenting.  You decide.

Every morning of her life (since she was discharged from the NICU), Maybelle has watched me drink coffee--most often out of this mug.  In the past few days, she's become really interested in the coffee, reaching for it, signing "coffee" and trying to say it.  Normally I tell her, "This is for mama.  Here's your drink," and give her her sippy cup of water.  This morning I thought, "What the hell," and said, "Do you want to try some coffee?  I don't think you're going to like it."

She enthusiastically reached for the cup, so I helped her to take a swallow.  I expected her to make a terrible (but funny) face and spit it out, even going so far as trying to scrape it off her tongue, as she does with such abominations as grapes.  Instead, she looked up, smiling, and said, "Mmmmm!"

Just exactly what I do every single morning when I have my first sip of coffee.

That was adorable enough that I decided Maybelle needs her own cup of coffee, so I got her a little tiny mug of warm milk with cinnamon.  I told her which was Maybelle's coffee, and which was mama's coffee, and she's working hard on saying both those things.  Biffle did point out that what she's drinking isn't coffee, and that it might not be fair to tell her that it is.  But, you know, I've got to get my kicks somehow, and she'll eventually learn, and develop her own coffee snobbishness.  Or perhaps decide to rebel by being a Diet Coke drinker.