Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nevertheless, calmly licking its chops.
I figure that with the global Henry love-in, it is only fair to give Ezra a run too. thirteen weeks old now, and he already has dozens under his spell. Henry finally had a crack at his name today. Fair enough it sounded like "Esch-ra", but he ran around the house shouting it for long enough to deduce that he is quite taken with his brother.
So here is the youngest son basking in the glory when I got home from work yesterday (I managed to leave within twenty [!] minutes of my actual finish time), happy as ever. You'll note that knitted baby blanket that can be seen in many of these photos, Jen made that. I've promised (and have begun), a post dedicated to all of the stuff she's made for the bairns - with links to patterns - as soon as I get the time that such an event deserves. So stay tuned for that one.
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This quotation is a real keeper.
Ezra has that LOOK here, love it!
My rabbi used to say that the minute you know, and can use, a man's name, you have power over him. Like, you call "Ezra!" and he must stop, turn, and look at you (for a start). I think Rabbi was explaining the ancient mystical Jewish customs linked to names.
Frances, and shower him with gifts, as it turns out.
Dina, re. the quote, H. L. Mencken in his usual probing style. I never know how to take Mencken, as I suspect that he was an unpleasent chap. But he did have a fine way with words!
Ezra has quite worked out responding to his name, yet is hasn't stopped Henry trying.