Hole in the Wall

Ryan has this odd habit of referring to things he likes with "hole" either stuck on the end of the word or replacing part of it. Many of these "words" are palces to get food of some sort. Not sure why, but it's been going on for a while now...Weg-hole, Clifton-hole, Market-hole, etc.

This weekend we made a little trip to Puffer-hole.


Of course, we sat in our middle booth by the bar. We've sat there a lot. This time was a little different.

Unfortunately, Rose wasn't there...and will probably kick us when she finds out she missed Liam on his very first trip to the restaurant...well, any restaurant nicer than Panera, for that matter.


He was very good. We'd been out looking at houses and he was hungry by this time. He had lunch (from a bottle)...we had lunch (from a bottle...just kidding, we both had really good cheeseburgers). We even managed to eat cheesecake for dessert before he got tired of watching us eat.

On Sunday, I got purty flowers from Ryan. Liam sang to me all day and I was even sung a duet at one point. Very nice.