Our wine thing

I haven't used our wine thing in so long that I forget what it's called. Wine holder? Wine closet? Ugh I forget. Anyway I used to drink wine, a lot of it. Like, in such amounts that I personally could have funded a small winery. I used to worry about getting pregnant, whether I would be able to stop drinking cold or whether my child would have a touch of fetal alcohol syndrome. Turns out I didn't have to worry about it -- being pregnant made alcohol taste ad. And even now it still tastes a little weird, and the few times I've had a bunch of drinks, my child made me pay for it very early the next morning. (Tangent: totally worst thing for a raging hangover? Crying baby.)

So now instead of wine, our wine thing holds books for and/or about babies: