No Wine For the Pregnant Lady

Does it make me a bad Italian for not making it to all the wine making meetings this year? Probably.

It’s the same pictures as every year, but I feel super guilty if I don’t document the process. This time I was only around for half of it. Stupid backyard sidewalk.

It would probably be weird if we had a girl and named her Pia, right?

At least by the time this batch is ready I will actually be able to drink it. Damn I miss wine.

Next year we will have to get Ziti to do some foot squishing because you know that would be ridiculously adorable. Traditions that take place year after year can get a bit stale, which is why you need to have kids. They become a breath of fresh air and put the fun back into everything.

We served a bottle of our wedding wine the other night at a family dinner. 5 years old and it tasted pretty damn good. I know because I sneaked a taste. Sorry, Ziti, but I had to. IT WAS WEDDING WINE.

Did I mention I miss wine?