We live in Seattle, Washington – arguably the coffee capital of the country. I mean, Starbucks headquarters is here – how could it not be? In the years before our son arrived, my husband and I both spent a lot of time working in coffee shops. We both worked from home for a few years, and so we’d spend many afternoons sipping Americanos and diligently typing away with the whirs of coffee grinders and casual conversation in the background.
We don’t work in coffee shops much anymore (my husband goes to the office, I work at home during naps), but we still like to go and hang out with a yummy beverage on weekends. Of course, this has gotten more complicated since the days where Cullen would just snooze on my chest in the Moby wrap. Now that he’s a walking, talking mini-person, he wants to be an active participant in our activities. As well he should be!
So what better way to participate than his very own coffee cup? After a few embarrassing coffee shop trips where I ended up frantically packing up and leaving because Cullen was falling apart, I realized I knew exactly what he wanted. Most of his whining and grabbing was at our cups. Clearly he couldn’t have them since they are full of piping hot liquid, but to him it’s all about the CUP, not the contents.
Now when we go to coffee shops, we order our adult drinks and make sure to ask for an identical empty cup. Cullen absolutely loves having his own cup, and he sits and plays with it while Casey and I are able to chat and laugh with him. He takes the lid on and off, puts things inside, shakes it up, and he loves to tip it back and pretend to take a drink. A true coffee addict in the making.
Eventually, he’ll figure out that he wants his cup to actually contain something, but for now this is a nice peace offering.