Liam cleaning out bins in his jammies. He actually helped this year (sort of), although teaching him how to operate the hose was a can of worms I probably should have kept closed.
Every time Erin brought in a bucket she would announce which number it was. By the end she'd gotten up to 113! This was particularly remarkable since, after doing the math, I figured she'd single-handedly picked 800 pounds more grapes than we ended up with. Incredible!!
Erin wasn't the only one picking (though she might as well have with her skills, right?) Joining us was her sister Kat, Kat's manservant Neil (just kidding Neil), my father-in-law Bruce and our buddy Timothy.
A thing of beauty!! Though, sadly, Erin's extra 800 pounds must have fallen out on the way home.
It took Liam a few minutes to realize he was sitting on a pile of candy. We had to pry him off.
Totally not staged
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It was a good harvest. Back in the day I'd have to keep telling myself that the one full day of hard work was worth it because in the end we'd have a year's worth of wine to enjoy. But with the boys' help I don't have to keep telling myself that. I can't say I'd go through it without the reward of an ocean of booze, but they sure make it a lot easier.
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So friggin' cool.
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