November 30, 2009
Nog of Egg.
This is my favorite time of year.
Ezra was so excited to decorate the tree this year, and I was too, although part of me was a bit terrified to do it because of the stage that Myer is at... pulling up on stuff and trying to eat everything in his path that is oogey or sharp.
I decided that I would just deal with it as we went, and, wouldn't you know it? He hasn't even so much as glanced at the thing.
ha ha. Isn't that always the way? You stress and stress about something, which usually turns out to be nothing, and the whole time you could have been using all that wasted energy to pour yourself some more eggnog.
By the way, I am proudly and unashamedly in the 'I Love Eggnog' group. Has there ever been such a divisive beverage in the history of all time? In my experience I have found that you either LOVE it, or you HATE it.
I think part of the problem may be the name. NOG? Nog of EGGS? Really?
Why not just call it RottenEggBog?
We need to think up a new name for this delicious drink, and fast.
I think it should be called something like 'Cinnamon Nutmeg Milk'.
Mmmmm. I'll take two.
at 9:38 PM