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...