Happy Friday my loves!! Who’s excited about the weekend?? Um, me please *hands up high*. What exciting plans lay ahead for you? We’re going on a mini road trip tomorrow. Just a little day jaunt to see a very special Birthday girl. Here’s hoping that cartoons on the ipad make 4 hours in the car a happy time for us all.
So, whoever thought up the first kid-friendly cafe has got to be a king among men, or a queen among women, or how about, a royal among humans…you get my drift. With the cold of winter, the little and I both LOVE Crumbsy’s. It’s a fantastic local spot, but you probably have something similar in your neck of the woods (at least I hope you do!). There’s toys (and cupcakes) for her, and amazing coffee and treats for me. I sit, she plays, we sanitize our hands like madmen when we leave (kids are germy little things), and the dark days don’t seem nearly as long.
So, there’s kid-focused coffee shops on one end, Starbucks in the middle, and then those hipster-cool coffee spots at the other end. (Where you are stared at like a leper if you walk in with a toddler. Um, with your giant headphones on you can’t even hear my kid singing Pop Goes The Weasel.)
Anyhoo…In the fall the little and I started having a weekly date at another local spot Cafe 932. And while not at all kid-focused, after a couple weeks of our regular patronage, they so thoughtfully produced a little basket of toys. Sigh. Isn’t kindness wonderful? Not to mention the fact that they seriously, have the best peanut-butter-chocolate-chip cookie on the face of the earth. I dare you to doubt me…I’ll mail you one.
And just to prove that after drinking all that coffee, we actually do get outside once in a while, I give you the wintery beach.
I’m going to out my inner nerd a bit here and tell you a funny(ish?) story. For ages, I had been mentioning to the hubs that I want a rock polisher (blush). I thought it would be fun! We often come home from the beach with weighed down pockets full of treasures. It seemed like a great parent-tot project, magically polish up a lovely little rock, all cold and smooth. Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought glossy rocks were cool as a child?!
So, the holidays come and go, and the we’re driving in the car one day and the Mr. mentions that he was going to get me a rock polisher for Christmas. Intrigued, I launch into a barrage of questions. And do you want to know why he didn’t buy one? (I’m sure the suspense is killing you.) Because it takes TWO WHOLE MONTHS to polish a rock!! And the machine makes NOISE the entire time. Because, hello, it’s tumbling ROCKS. AND, he read that sometimes the machines break down before your rock actually gets polished! Because again, it’s noisily tumbling ROCKS for TWO WHOLE MONTHS…inside your house. For some reason, I found this all to be completely hysterical. Maybe you had to be there?
So that’s it kids, if you made it through this whole blabbery post, you deserve a medal, or at least the bestest weekend wishes I can mentally send your way. xxxxxxxx