Irony in a cup

So I have this lovely coffee maker;


And I love it. It lets me grind fresh coffee (and if you have never ground your own beans - you are not having fresh coffee...ever. Seriously.) And I can make it half decaf if I want - which I do because fully loaded coffee makes me shake now (who knew?!)

But this morning, I was so excited to try the new creamer I got;
That I forgot to put the brew basket in the maker. So there was nothing there to catch the grounds as they are air forced out of the grinder towards the basket...its not even like the filter basket was there and I forgot a filter (which I've done before too) the whole middle part of the operation was missing.

So instead of a nice steaming cup of decaf Parisian almond cream coffee - I had a counter full of grounds and hot water. Luckily I stopped the brew function as I saw the counter, so not all of the 8 cups of water that were in the maker leaked out on my counter, but when I turned the coffee maker on its back to get the grounds out of the crevices, I forgot about the hole at the top (in the back) that lets water out in case of over filling... so then I did have a counter full of water. (how many more times can I say counter?...it might be counter productive, but at least once more right?)

I would have taken a picture of the mess to show you here, but my counters are a faux granite type with dark flecks that look like coffee grounds anyway and you wouldn't have seen the difference.

Needless to say I should have had my coffee before making my coffee this morning.

Two Things You Never Want To Hear From the Bathroom

My daughter potty trained herself. I had bought the potty chair early so that she could get used to its presence and use it as a stool for brushing her teeth. She loved the stool, it brought her up 10 more inches off the ground and she could see into the sink and the wonder that is the bathroom counter. so when I suggested she sit and pee on it, she thought I was crazy. So being the kind of mother that believes in guiding her child to what she is ready for, I didn't push it.

Then one day she was on a merry go round at a park with her uncle when she fell off and scraped her right butt cheek pretty nicely. Well not nicely, it was a big scrape and I felt my butt clench and my nausea kicked in when I saw her in pain. But that night when I was putting a fresh gauze bandage on her entire right side of her bum, I suggested that it might be a good idea to go #2 in the potty as she wouldn't want to get any poop on her band aid.

I had no idea what my suggestion started until the next day when she should have been taking her nap and I heard her moving her potty chair/stool across the bathroom floor and I called up the stairs to find out what she was doing...the conversation went as such;

Me "Kirah what are you doing up there?"
KCM "I'm going potty."
Me, amazed but not wanting to jinx it "Do you need my help?"
KCM "No, I need my privacy."

I was exstatic. But then it dawned on me that she is going to be like this for the rest of her life. She will learn about something new when she wants to, she will do something new when she wants to. I love my little independent child. Even when she is booting me out of the bathroom.

But two things you never want to hear from your potty trained child when you ask what she's up to and does she need your help, "No, I'm going poopy and I'm fishing."

I was in that bathroom in less then .7 seconds.