Southern Discomfort
Denny got me a coffee grinder and some nice beans for Christmas. I used to always grind my own beans, but then my old grinder broke, and what with the kid and everything it just got easier to grind them at the store and plop the grounds into the coffee maker in the morning.
I figured that Miles is old enough now that he can handle the 30 second delay in his morning routine for me to grind some coffee, so I decided to do that this morning. Also, my pre-ground coffee was all gone.
I probably should have anticipated it, given his response to the horns at the basketball game last weekend, but he hates the sound of the coffee grinder. We’re talking screaming, crying, face bright red, sheer terror. I aborted the mission halfway throw and now have a grinder full of half-ground beans. And I like a fine grind.
I searched the cabinets and found a little packet of Southern Comfort flavored grounds. I brewed a pot. It is not so good. Coffee with actual Southern Comfort in it might be good, but it is Monday morning, not the best time for spiked coffee. Artificially flavored Southern Comfort extract is not fantastic.
And yet, I’m drinking it. As I mentioned, it’s Monday morning, and Miles had a very rough night. What am I going to do, not have coffee? I am certainly in no state to operate a motor vehicle to go get more coffee.
I think when Denny gets home I’ll have him insulate Miles in some other room and I’ll grind a few days’ worth.
Just last week we took the boys to the Zoo in Wichita, and after the petting zoo we went to wash their hands. I took Oliver to the men’s room, and washed his hands, then without thinking, I started the air dryer. He screamed, ran across the room, and huddled in the corner, crying. I felt absolutely awful.
This might not work at all, but might be worth trying. Zeke isn’t fond of a lot of loud noises (especially the vacuum) and freaked out when I used the blender or mixer. I felt like those were items I still needed to use whether it bothered him or not, so I lifted him up by the blender and showed it to him while it was off. Then i told him what it did and said it would make a loud noise. Then I set him back down and turned it on briefly. Still a bit scary for him, but as soon as I turned it off I told him – see, it is loud and proceeded to make some sort of loud sound with my mouth and let him join in. Then we tried again. He is not afraid of it anymore. I think he was a bit older than Miles when we did this experiment though, so maybe this won’t help at all.
Soon he will want to press the “grind” button himself.
Headphones and music might be the answer here. It worked for Ty when you were practicing piano, although I believe it was headphones and The Gong Show on videotape.
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