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What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others


Because I feel like it, and because I can, today I am running with a Henry and Ezra BONANZA theme. No, that doesn’t mean Henry will be dressed up in spurs, tassels and a twelve gallon hat calling himself “Hoss” and knocking blokes out for dissing his “paw”, nor will Ezra be going by “lil’ Joe” and going on to build a petite abode on the pampas nor act as an angel sent from heaven to help people prevent their savings being swindled by unscrupulous investors. [One does hope this convoluted bit of pop culture riffing doesn’t pass everybody by.]

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that I am back at work today, don’t want to be, so have colluded with the robot to have regular pictorial updates throughout the day. So here is the first, dear little Ezra showing off his feet, taken yesterday afternoon and displaying little evidence of any after effects of his shots.

So, for the time being, our little man has a halo of protection for the following:
  • Hepatitis B;
  • Diphtheria, tetanus and whooping cough (acellular pertussis);
  • Haemophilus influenzae type b;
  • Polio (inactivated poliomyelitis IPV);
  • Pneumococcal conjugate; AND
  • Rotavirus.

Comments

USelaine said…
My junior high school was named for Jonas Salk, remarkably before he died. He attended our Awards Banquet one year when I was there, so I've seen him in the flesh.

Blessings on the boys.
Julie said…
Interesting title - not fully taken up in the post, though.

Should I stop holding my breath waiting for the daily poem to return?
Danial Bigham said…
It;s your baby? It's sugary
Maria Verivaki said…
shots are important - my kids only just finished being vaccinated for everything under the sun only last year...
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, Jonas Salk, he beats the (now) disgraced Olympic Bronze medallist that was our school’s most famous speaker!

Julie, I will have to get around to finding some more poems just to post for you!

Danial, he is indeed!

Kiwi, I can’t believe that in this day and age people expose their kids (and everyone elses) to so many horrid diseases by opting to not have them vaccinated. Such a selfish decision, on all counts.

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