
We had lunch with some of our friends today at Deschutes Brewery downtown. The folks at the brewery were probably very happy to see us leave - 4 women who aren't drinking because they have babies, 2 guys and only 2 beers, 3 large cumbersome car seats, a high chair baby and Hurricane Kyle (who threw up all over himself during the middle of lunch)... and can we get separate checks please???

Zola (~9 mos) is wondering "What are these dudes sleeping for? They're missing the party." Ryan (~3 mos) and Miles (~2 mos) are enjoying a quick snooze before a big day of eating, sleeping, etc, etc.

Zola, thinking, "What's with all these boys? And not a one of them is as good of an eater as I am. Sheesh." Tyler (~4 mos) is the handsome guy on the end.

Zola: "Kyle, it's OK that you puked all over the place in Deschutes Brewery. I put in a good word for you and they are willing to let you back in... but only if you eat crackers next time."
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