|All food was harmed during this shoot.|
I know, I know. That is not an adorable picture of my chubby baby. My mother-in-law (Hi, Bonnie!) did me the generous disservice of leaving a rum cake at our house after Christmas. We got in the habit of ending every night with a slice and a glass of egg nog. The cake and nog sadly came to an end a few nights ago so I took proactive steps to remedy that. We had everything in our pantry to make rum cake except for the dark rum but we had bigger problems - everywhere was sold out of egg nog. After a trip to 4 different stores and 2 phone calls, I snagged the last 2 jugs at Target. The goal in buying so much is that I will get my fill. Yep. That's ma goal.
Oh - and btw - rum cake calls for TWENTY tablespoons of butter. And the glaze that I poured over it tastes like college: sweet and boozy.
Now back to Eddy. This week, my boy is obsessed with the baker's rack that holds our liquor.
|photo by @timmywilson|
I mean, we really do make a good pair. It's like he's saying, Hey Mom, how about a splash of this in your nog? And how much do you need for that rum cake?
It is his absolute favorite place to play. The moment he gets bored of a toy in his play room, his little face goes Oh yeah! and he makes a b-line. He likes to mostly just clang the bottles together but occasionally he will try to pull very large bottles down. It is right by our stove so it is not my favorite place for him to play. I blocked it last weekend with our trashcan and when he ventured over he looked so puzzled. Tim said, "Aw he's so confused! Move the trashcan back!"
A baby gate has been ordered from Amazon.
It's cold and wet outside. We may be going a little stir crazy over here.
***Addendum: I am currently watching the SATC episode where Miranda has to put her cake in the garbage and cover it with dish soap to refrain from eating it. I'm afraid life is imitating.