Yep. I totally put a splash of chai latte in the sippy cup, thinned it with milk, and let her go for it. That’s the kind of fly-by-night parenting we don’t necessarily condone but totally live. Given that Iris is currently snoring against my chest, however, I’m thinking the sugar and caffeine involved in this decision didn’t do much harm.
Also she LOVED it.
And why not? My perk of the day was a peaceable, sans baby ramble through the library. Carl’s perk was a chai latte (still hot) from Starbucks on my way home. Short people also deserve perks, and she spotted ours from the first sip.
She carried hers around until it was almost empty, swigging from the sippy like a pro.
I have a whole stack of fantastic books after my library dash. I tell you, there’s nothing like the bitter cold of January to make you rediscover the thrill of certain topics. Every winter I want to immerse myself in travel, food, and gardening tomes. The more blank my window view, the more I crave rich descriptions of Hawaiian volcanoes and melting butter and the smell of peonies spangled in rain.
… sorry. I think I just made my brain short circuit with happiness.
It’s going to be a good week for bedside reading.