Good morning!
To celebrate the return of Dada late late last night, I let Dada sleep in (though not as much as I should have for somebody who carried 40-lb car batteries miles through the forest several times yesterday) and took the boys to Starbucks. It was Isaac's idea. When he woke up, he greeted me with a request: "Mom, can we go to Starbucks and get some cow milky?" Heck yeah. Of course you're going in your jammies.
Unfortunately, stupid drive-thru Starbucks was OUT of both chocolate and vanilla cow milky. I ask you, stupid Starbucks, how on earth am I to get my fix on if I have to go to the other store where I must leave my car to get my coffee? Did I mention we were in our jammies? And do you know how much my baby hates being put in his car seat again and again?
Our barista had a solution -- a kid-sized milky in a cup with a shot of vanilla. It wasn't the same, but it was at least cute.
Tomorrow morning we will be reliving what is fast becoming an O'Neal Thanksgiving tradition -- the luxury-drink visit to Main Street Starbucks. Dad and Mom, who usually try to be pocketbook conscious and get drips, will splurge on their real faves. It makes us long for Seattle a bit when Dad orders his super-complicated drink. Nobody at the University Village used to bat an eyelash when I would rattle off his order for a venti half-caff, nonfat, no whip white chocolate mocha. Here we get stares and barista double-takes ("What was that, now?"). Sigh.
A quick potty update -- before his nap this afternoon, Isaac went pee on his potty in exchange for half of a blueberry candy cane. We were all terribly delighted, especially Isaac with his "sucker". Nothing else along this vein was successful, but hey, pottying once a day is a start, right?
Unfortunately, stupid drive-thru Starbucks was OUT of both chocolate and vanilla cow milky. I ask you, stupid Starbucks, how on earth am I to get my fix on if I have to go to the other store where I must leave my car to get my coffee? Did I mention we were in our jammies? And do you know how much my baby hates being put in his car seat again and again?
Our barista had a solution -- a kid-sized milky in a cup with a shot of vanilla. It wasn't the same, but it was at least cute.
Tomorrow morning we will be reliving what is fast becoming an O'Neal Thanksgiving tradition -- the luxury-drink visit to Main Street Starbucks. Dad and Mom, who usually try to be pocketbook conscious and get drips, will splurge on their real faves. It makes us long for Seattle a bit when Dad orders his super-complicated drink. Nobody at the University Village used to bat an eyelash when I would rattle off his order for a venti half-caff, nonfat, no whip white chocolate mocha. Here we get stares and barista double-takes ("What was that, now?"). Sigh.
A quick potty update -- before his nap this afternoon, Isaac went pee on his potty in exchange for half of a blueberry candy cane. We were all terribly delighted, especially Isaac with his "sucker". Nothing else along this vein was successful, but hey, pottying once a day is a start, right?
posted by Claire at 10:40 PM
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Car betteries = power for LIDAR. Outlets are scarce in the woods, I hear.
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