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A few honest men are better than numbers


Quoting Oliver Cromwell in the title, I am rock solid in my belief that I already have access to a few honest men in my household! In many ways Ezra is already beginning to demonstrate a Cromwellian temperament, against Henry’s Jacobin flourish. At nearly two now, the elder lad reminds me of Robespierre quite a bit: intelligent, zealous, and obstinate. Although I count both historical figures amongst my heroes (of a sort), as one half of the hegemonic power base at home, I am sure that you realise keeping a close eye on these two is very much in my interest.

But onto other matters! Given that tomorrow we shall surrender dear little Ezra™ to the eight week vaccinations, I felt it an opportune time to assess and compare the two. Although in some ways comparisons are indeed odious (cf. Sir John Fortescue), I have chosen to present both of them for your gratification.

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An unbelievably adult smile! Lovely photo!!
Louis la Vache said…
The Henry and Ezra Official Fan Club appreciates your updates on their heroes!
Maria Verivaki said…
great smile on a young face
Your kids are so cute!!! What a strange and fascinating smile!!
Kitty said…
they look very similar, no? the same smile, I think.
Priyanka Khot said…
Awwe! At the risk of reapeating myself for the umpteenth time - they are both adorable. I need to expand my vocabulary more and come up with better words to oooohhh n aahhh over ur boys.. :-)
Marie Reed said…
I just loooove scrolling through all of these cutie tootie baby and toddler pictures!
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, Ezra’s smile is shaping up very nicely too...

Louis, official fan clubs at this young age! Whatever next?

Mediterranean Kiwi, it far better when He’s smiling than the opposite...
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, he is a strange and fascinating person!

Kitty, they’re similar in some ways, different in others. Comparing them is getting interesting...

Priyanka, “oooohhhh” and “ahhh” gets the point across. :)

Marie, we have plenty. I’ve got a great Henry one to post this evening.

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