Enter the formerly pleasant task of making fresh brewed coffee...
On the weekends, Kyle and I love trying out new blends with our usually blown-out breakfasts. Breakfast is our thing! About six months ago, Cooper became really interested in the noise the grinder made and we thought it would be fun to let him count out the scoops of beans and help push the buttons, or "pusha de buttons" as he likes to say! (He even sounds like a little Italian barista!)
Little did we know that letting him "help" would turn into a melt-down every time the process wrapped up. We've gone so far as to sneak outside and grind the beans on the front porch or do it the night before while his bath water is running. My Mom even brings her own grounds when she comes down from Dallas! It helps, but as soon as he sees you cup in hand he's over at the coffee pot crying "coffee, my coffee"! He will even bring you his "coffee cup" (plastic measuring cup) once he realizes its a weekend morning and we're not going to work. We eventually resort to giving him a little "cowboy coffee" (95% milk, a little sugar and a splash of coffee) because it seems to appease the beast and temper the obsession so we can get through breakfast and get on with out day.
Here's a clip of the process from last weekend. Believe it or not, it's actually pretty mild compared to some fits we've seen!