- Glider Rocking Chair
- Infant Car Seats
- Double Stroller (the size of a small SUV)
- Coffee Maker
- High Chairs
- Sweet Childrenâ€™s Book
Good job! You noticed that a coffee maker is not like the other items. It is not baby gear to help make the twins arrival more comfortable. Babies donâ€™t drink coffee! And in this case, neither do their pregnant mommy or their daddy. Yet, the above lists items we have received as gifts for the boys.
Several days ago, a very insistent UPS man arrived at the door. He rang the doorbell, and waited. He knocked, and waited. The dogs continued to go ballistic (A friend! A friend! I must meet this very exciting person who obviously wants to say hello to me!!!) I finally decided it might be important and waddled over to open the door. â€œI need a signatureâ€ the UPS man greeted me.
I wasnâ€™t expecting anything, so I assumed it must be something for the boys. Weâ€™ve been receiving packages for them recently since there were baby showers planned for me (now canceled). It was in a CuisinArt CoffeeMaker box. But hey â€“ who doesnâ€™t reuse boxes for shipping? (My brother received his Christmas gift bundled in a sewing machine box last year because that is the box I had lying around.)
Inside the box was a <drum roll please . . .> CuisinArt CoffeeMaker! It is a black classic 12-cup machine for the java aficionados out there. Now, we have a small espresso machine we received as a wedding gift that is used for the occasional tasty latte or mocha. And Iâ€™ve been known to indulge in a variety of tea colors (black, green, white). Then I saw the programmable caffeinator was from Grandma Janet (or Meemaw if no preferred name is settled upon).
I used my impressive deductive reasoning skills, honed from reading every single â€œEncyclopedia Brown, Boy Detectiveâ€ book in my youth (letâ€™s admit it â€“ this one isnâ€™t really a Sherlock Holmes caliber mystery). Grandma Janet had not sent the boys (or their parents) a coffee maker. Grandma Janet had sent herself a coffee maker.
My mother has been making more trips up to visit lately â€“ from shopping for baby furniture to futility trying to comfort me in the hospital â€“ and plans to spend more time once the boys arrive. Given that these are her first grandchildren, I assume we will be seeing a lot of her in the future.
Previously, my parents would visit for a weekend perhaps once or twice a year. Despite our lovely home, complete with a very nice guest suite (if I do say so myself), each visit saw a replay of a typical morning routine:
â€œOh geez, you guys donâ€™t have a coffee maker!â€
â€œNo, we donâ€™t drink coffee every morning.â€
â€œStarbucks. Where is the nearest Starbucks?â€
â€œAround the corner, weâ€™re (and by this I mean Jon) is happy to go get you something.â€
â€œPhew. I would like a latte.â€
â€œWe do have an espresso machine. I can make you a latte.â€
â€œNo, I donâ€™t like espresso.â€
After a Starbucks run, my caffeinated parents would drink and discuss the tragedy of our lack of coffee awaiting them the moment they wake up. I did not previously realize their coffee addiction was so intense that my mother would need a 12-cup machine, but Iâ€™m happy to enable all future coffee junkies since I imagine having two needy infants will only intensify the need for the habitual morning coffee(s).
I for one, will stick with my tea. But if you come by â€“ expect to be offered a cup of joe. Or 12.