Bottles

When I like a bottle of wine, I keep it. I have a few nicer wines that I really like, I remember those. In general, I’m way too cheap to buy those unless it is a special occasion. I shop based on two qualities alone most days. Label design and price. I rarely go over $10 and if it is on sale, EVEN BETTER. Most of the nicer ones I like are splurges when they are on sale and still out of my $10 and under price range. So I like a bottle, I keep it. I put it above my cabinets. I’m out of space for new ones.

Bean is really into counting lately. He’s not great at it, but he tries. Baking includes scooping flour:

“1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6…”

One morning he notices my wine bottles while sitting down to breakfast. He’s never really seen wine be poured out of the bottle. He’s seen me drink a few glasses, but somehow it is always white in front of him and later in dimmer lighting and he just thinks I’m not sharing my water with him. So he is sitting at the table and he starts counting.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10…”

Yes, he almost ALWAYS skips 5. There are many more than 10, but we still only count together above 10. I am making breakfast still and have no idea what he’s counting. Then he says it.

“That’s a lot of juice!”

My kid thinks wine is juice and mommy won’t share. I’m blaming this on our love of Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider. Juice. In a glass bottle. That he knows is delicious.

Wondering where I’ve been? Potty training. I don’t want to talk about it. It is all consuming and exhausting. And apparently takes a REALLY REALLY RIDICULOUSLY long time.