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And to the man on whose shoulder the world must depend, I pray for peace and love: Amen



Apparently, there is some sort of organised sports festival about to happen. They are calling it "The Olympics". Can I be the first to say that I am officially 'over' the Olympics already? Does anyone actually care about them? I haven’t been interested in the Olympics since the Soviet Union was on the scene.

I'd rather watch Ezra sleep (although I would prefer that he did it at night).

I would like to say that I don't hate them, it's just, "The Olympics? Meh!"

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USelaine said…
I adore that raincloud! Mwah! Well, yes, and the baby.... ;^)
Z said…
I'm also completely underwhelmed by the Olympics. Actually, most sports leave me cold...

Ezra's boogie-ing!
Terrific shots! I agree with you about the Olympics, but I started losing interest when they separated the summer and winter games. This year, my distaste is all about China. I would rather watch my children too!
I think the focus, passion and commitment of an athlete is admirable. Many of these activities will never result in multi million dollar contracts for their practitioners. This is their moment to shine, it's important to recognize it. Hey proud daddy, if were your sons you'd be muscling your way into the front row.
Congratulation. Is there anything in the world that smells as wonderful as a baby?
Sue said…
As each Olympic games approach, I am absolutely, positively, 100% sure that I will not bother watching or reading about them...and then they begin... and I find myself inexplicably drawn to them to the point where I actually watch quite a fair amount of swimming, track and field, gymnastics, diving, weight lifting, equestrian, shooting, rowing, cycling, hockey and dare I say it....synchronized swimming!!! And heaven forbid if I miss the opening and closing ceremonies! What a sad...sad...sad person I am!
And may I say that each picture of Henry and Ezra just keep on getting better...keep them coming, pleeeeease!
PS Did the talented Jen make those gorgeous trousers that Ezra is wearing??? LOVE them! And I also agree with palm axis...the smell does it for me too!

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