Bea and Mommie's Morning at Starbucks

So right now Josh takes Olive to one daycare and I take Bea to the other, so Bea and I get some quality alone time in the morning. This pretty much consists of me getting her up out of her crib, giving her the beloved ba-ba, getting her dressed while “Elmo’s World” from Sesame Street plays in the background and then a quick jaunt to the corner Starbucks so that mom can get her caffeine fix going.

Today was quite an extraordinary day at the local Starbucks. I ordered my normal Grande nonfat with whip mocha and then as we waited, I let the little one roam around freely. I had no idea how much of a scene that would cause today. It appeared that everyone at Starbucks wanted to talk with my daughter, and I just had to stand back and take it all in. First, it was “oh, she is so cute” and then “how old is she?” and then “they’re cute when they are that small and then they grow up”…I had to laugh. Then this nice gentleman, dressed in his military fatigues, started having a conversation with her. It was the cutest thing I have seen in a long time. She wanted his attention but yet she was also timid. Then the nice man was telling me that he had granddaughters and how much he loves to spoil them, and he couldn’t resist in spoiling my daughter (only just a little bit more than she is already). He asked me if he could buy her something to drink and I told him if he wanted to do that, that was fine, but not necessary. Said he just had to get her something because she was adorable and he was not going to let me say no. Meanwhile, both the drinks that we had ordered were waiting for us, and he gets into the super long line just to buy Bea an OJ. After he paid for it, he handed it to her and she took it with so much delight…she was actually hugging that OJ (and gnawing on the plastic cap). I thanked him about 100 times and told him how nice he was and he said it was his pleasure. What a nice man to do something just because….

So, on my way to drop Bea off at daycare this morning, I was debating what to do with the OJ because I wasn’t going to be able to give it to her since I was headed to work. Instead, I gave it to her daycare provider and told her what happened. I asked that if she was going to give Bea any juice today, to give her the OJ…I wanted her to enjoy her gift, and I hope that she does.