First Frothy

Kevin bought me (us) a fancy schmancy espresso machine for Christmas. It's way overkill, but totally fun. I am getting a little jittery because I don't have any decaf beans left, and I can't help but make at least 3 cappuccinos a day. It's just so easy, I literally touch one button and voila, real cappuccino that takes me back to that coffee bar in Cortona. Even if the machine is off, there is this alluring light that beckons me to make another. It's getting out of hand. Caleb has been enjoying the machine, too. We made his first "frothy" the other night. I steamed some milk in a cute little elephant mug. He could barely contain himself when he looked in his very own mug, then at my cappuccino then back at his milk, then back at mine, pointing with an "I can't believe it! We're drinking the same thing! This is so cool!" expression on his face. He called it his coffee, then we called it coffee milk, and settled on frothy. We had fun reading books and sipping our warm drinks.
A friend at Bible study last week told me about a fun thing to do that we have adopted into our morning ritual. After breakfast, we get out some books, make a frothy and a cappuccino, and sit and read. It's a wonderful way to sneak in my quiet time, and I actually get to read a whole chapter in one sitting. Wow. So much fun, and Caleb gets to see me enjoying my time with God, and hear me pray. Why didn't I think of this before?
PS- There's your "after" picture, Marie and Kevin. I didn't actually take one after the haircut since it took two sittings to complete.