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So part two in my attempt to make myself feel better at work, and here we have a photo of the similarly lovely Ezra. This one is from yesterday evening, meaning that he is (in comparison), an old man of fourteen days.

You'll have noted that due to him not actually being due until August 7, he has not nearly been as bruised and battered as poor old Henry. That may well account for his more easy-going nature.

I hope that having these photos up makes the day a little easier to work though, but am sure that Jennifer will give me running updates on all the shenanigans on the home front. May God have mercy on her soul...
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Anonymous said…
so nice baby, he/she is your baby?, you are lucky.
6 August 2008 at 16:56
the Albino Bowler said…
Hey. Just stumbled upon your blog as I was curious what else folks are writing about. Very nice. I live in New Orleans and will be visiting Tasmania in less than a month. I'll have four days there. What should I do and see?
Matt
7 August 2008 at 00:55
Kris McCracken said…
Hendrawan, this is Ezra, he is indeed my youngest son. He's 19 days old.

TAB, four days is tight. I think that it would probably be easiest to pick on section of the state and stick to that. From there, it depends what experience you're after.

Rugged wilderness? I'd do the North West, Central Highlands and West Coast, making sure to visit Strahan.

If that isn't your thing, the most common trip would involve basing yourself in Hobart and visiting the Tasman Peninsula (Port Arthur etc], Richmond, Mount Wellington and maybe some of the wineries in the Coal River Valley.
7 August 2008 at 15:15
Kris McCracken said…
Oh, and yes Hendrawan, he is indeed my baby!
9 August 2008 at 08:33
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