The Fire Dance

Henry was surrounded by frenzied female fans (we call that alliteration) at last night's Bob/Helen Marriage Redux (a good time, BTW).

Unfortunately for them, Henry did not give in to the requests to show off his fire dance.

In the video below, you will see why. 

He needs ten feet of space and somewhere to throw his shirt. 



Please note that Henry is not responsible for female fainting spells as a result of the above.

The Quick Recap

Yeah, I know.  We haven't been keeping up our end of the blog bargain here in Poogieville. 

Relax.

Here's the quick recap:

1.  We went back to Terre Haute a few weeks ago.  Saw a quarter and change of a South football game.  They lost.  Ate Taco Casita carry-out served by a 1993 THS grad.  Didn't know who had it better.  Did the 'Stube and lost.  Bought clothes at Roots (yeah, I know it's Macy's for you, but not for me).  Crushed nuts at Dobbs Park.   

No, I'm not going to explain that.

2.  We carved pumpkins.

3.  We did Year 3 of the Fungo with the neighbor, my dad, and my brothers.  I did not break my Moob this year.

4.  We celebrated CP3's 5th birthday.

5.  We trick-or-treated.

That's all I can comment on.  There's a bigger issue in the Holman house these days.

We're staring at T-minus one month and counting until another large-headed, Holman boy will grace the world's maternity ward.  Trying to juggle two girls sleeping together in a twin bed, potty training Joey, dealing with Henry "the Human Rain Delay" Holman, wading through multiple CP3 meltdowns and heading into the busy holiday season is tough work.

Erica is doing remarkably well.

Me?  I'm getting a kick out of the curious onlookers when we go to restaurants.  Three kids under 7.  A wife who is ready to pop.  Me with my sloppy, convicted felon's beard.

Guess which one does not go with the others? 

Anyway, here's what you've been missing. 

Joey (Ariel), Henry (the Ninja), and Caroline (as Erica...I mean as a cheerleader)



Caroline's well-attended 5th birthday jam.



Even Gandolf made it for Caroline's party.

Will, these are two of your four namesakes.  I know you have your work cut out for you.

Caroline's birthday cake.  FB Erica for the details.

Is it really their pumpkin if someone else risks digits and sanity to carve it?



Pumpkin Patches in NE Ohio: The Obligatory Pilgrimage

We hit Patterson's Farm on a Browns Sunday. 

They lost.  We won.  No one sprained an ankle during our outing.

The same cannot be said for our friends in Berea.

Henry

Caroline

Josephine

Keeping with tradition, no pumpkins were purchased during our visit to the pumpkin patch.  However, Henry did manage to score dinner.

That's a $5 bag of corn that was actually worth every penny.

Ssshhh! Let Me Tell You a Secret...

It's our 10th wedding anniversary today.

The traditional gift is tin or aluminum.  The modern gift is a diamond.  The gift flower is a daffodil.

I'm busy making a diamond encrusted, tin-plated daffodil plant holder for Erica. 

In the meantime, I wanted to share something with you that Erica and I have been holding onto for a few weeks now.

And before you go there, Erica approves of this message.

Our gift to you is knowledge, or advance warning as the case may be.

You see, the little baby in Erica's belly is a boy.

Hide your daughters.  See you on December 10th!

More from the Pig Roast: Pictures of People I Know (And Don't)

We're still sifting through pictures of the pig roast.  Unfortunately, like last time, I didn't take enough photos. 

Two reasons for this.

First, the simple math that you already have heard ad nauseum.  1.5 hours of sleep.  A beer glass that strobed a mini-laser light show while drinking.  The intoxicating vapors of a fine Anheuser Busch In Bev beer product.  Blah-blah-blah.

I was drinking.

Second, the fact that our outing was like a wedding reception.  No time to sit and chit-chat.

Next year -- if there's a next year for the roast -- I am designating a photographer and relinquishing that duty.

So, from the limited pictures below, you can extract what you will from the roast.

The under-appreciated hog.

Erica, Sydney Zucker and the hungry Zaffiros.

I know what's missing from those plates.

This really shouldn't have happened.

Erica Z. and the girls.

The reason Kia is removing cupholders from its 2011 models.

The Wallace family.  Fresh off an afternoon of college football.



Jamie Flaherty with an unidentified random child who may or may not be holding an alcoholic beverage.



My friend Cooter prior to his parole hearing.



Penn Staters apparently go Stein.  I opted for the epileptic powers of the mini-strobe.

Okay, okay.  I added a few family photos in there.

I had to.

Seriously, I took eight pictures at the actual roast.  Pathetic. 

Someone is going to have to tell me what happened in my life.  I'm apparently not keeping a good record of events.

Anyway, we'll see all of you in the backyard next year. 

Till then...