Peter's on his own for those four cases of wine we brought with us...

When we got a higher than expected tax return this last April, Peter and I decided to make a batch of wine. The batch we'd made in February of 2009 had lasted us over a year, but had just run out. We ended up splurging and making two batches, one inexpensive one to use for sangria, cooking, etc, and one higher quality one that we could enjoy with a nice meal or when friends were over.

Then we found out we were moving here to Bogota.

Simon's drawing for daddy

At first we were unsure if we would be able to bring it with us in our air shipment. We were told no one day, then yes the next, then back to no. In the end they allowed us to bring it, but said we'd likely have to pay duty and import taxes on it.

On all 48 bottles.

Imagine our surprise and delight when it all arrived safe and sound and duty-free. Yeah!

Imagine my dismay when I realized that I would not, in fact, be able to enjoy said wine...

...at least not for the next eight months.

Liam's drawing for daddy

That's right folks! Not to be confused with a black Spiderman symbol, that's actually a baby in my... um... I'm not sure why the baby is in my chest... Nor why I look about four feet taller than Peter, who seems to be channeling the Green Lantern.  I'll clear that up with Liam in a few weeks when we start learning about human anatomy (I'll also try to limit the amount of Justice League he watches).

Those of you who follow me on Twitter are already privy to this information and were of great assistance in helping me come up with a fun way to tell Peter the news. Someone -whose name Twitter won't let me go back and look up! argh!- offered up the fantastic idea of making a shirt that would read, "Made in Colombia". I loved the idea and (although it took me a day to find the blank shirt I knew I had in "a box somewhere" and two days to cut out and hand-stitch all the letters on) love the final product even more.

Sorry for the crummy pics. I took them at night under halogen light.

I know it's a bit wonky, but stitch quilters cotton onto a ribbed knit is easier said than done. I don't mind it though. It's clearly handmade. I wasn't trying to fool anyone.

(The fabric for those interested is a rad print from Alexander Henry called Dia de los Muertos or Day of the Dead or Sugar Skulls. I love it and have it in three colourways. Here's a link to a pic of the full fabric.)

If you're wondering, this came as a HUGE SHOCK. Seeing as I wasn't able to become -or stay- pregnant with either Simon or Andrew without the help of hormone supplements, we really didn't even think it was a possibility. Even with that knowledge though, we still always play it pretty safe (not safe enough, clearly). And while I did always want to have at least one more baby at some point, it was not really in my plan for this year.

It was not AT ALL in Peter's plan.

So like a good and compassionate wife, I filmed him while he was opening the boys' cards and the little shirt I made. I haven't had the chance to upload the video yet, but it'll be worth the wait. I promise. I can tell you that in includes the lines, "Shut up!" "Are you kidding me?!?" and "Turn that thing off."

Good stuff.

So yeah. In eight short months we will be Bundys plus one. A family of six. Wow, thinking that still makes my head spin.

Now to figure out what to do about all my maternity clothes and baby stuff being thousands of miles away locked in storage...