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Setbacks in trying to realise the ideal do not prove that the ideal is at fault.


Lest we forget amidst the adulation for all things Henry that I have another son, dear little Ezra™, who is his own man and who is just as chic, clever, inimitable and downright handsome as his older brother with the cult following.

Like Ezra, I am the second (and youngest) child in the family. I understand being second off the rank can sometimes translate into second in the mind. Being second can be a tricky business and intend to help guide the little one through the trials and tribulations that inevitably accompany such a burden.

So I have posted this photograph of the sweetest little man of the house, to let him know that in my eyes he will always be equal first to me, never second.
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Diederick Wijmans said…
You did so well in boosting also Ezra's pride!! You were the second line to the throne, I was also the second in line in my original family. Having an older brother had its advantages in my childhood. Then - and I admit - I had to fight my way up to be recognized as an individual, for what I was, and not as "that younger brother that had to be constantly taught what life was all about". Hurrah also for Ezra!
29 October 2008 at 17:21
USelaine said…
I was second, and youngest, too. There are, as is typical, about twice as many photos of my brother's first years as there are of me. I suppose the parents are no longer surprised by the phenomenon of a baby when more come along. But I always felt loved.
29 October 2008 at 17:26
Priyanka Khot said…
awwweeee!!! That is such a sweet sentiment. However, being the eldest in my family and the first baby of the wider group of extended family, I have always enjoyed the extra attention and rather childishly the contempt that those who followed me showed for always coming second. :-)
29 October 2008 at 17:26
Sue said…
Dear little Ezra will NEVER be second best to us here...as Henry is my favourite Henry always...so too is Ezra my favourite Ezra in the WHOLE world!
He is only younger... not second!!!
I covered that one by always referring to Cody as my favourite eldest son and Zac was always my favourite youngest son!
You're just in trouble if you keep breeding!...mmmmm...favourite middle child???
29 October 2008 at 18:40
Dina said…
I'd say Ezra has his own cult following already too.
29 October 2008 at 19:02
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, he was happy to see this post. I agree that there are significant advantages too in having an older brother (particularly when you start school), but even then it can be problematic. My brother was a bit of a smart alec, so when I started high school the teacher took one look at me and said: “you’re Jason’s brother, sit over there on your own and I’m going to keep my eye one you”, which was probably a smart move, but I didn’t even get the chance to do the wrong thing before I was punished! Terribly unfair.

USelaine, good to hear Uselaine. I always knew that you were a good sort!

Priyanka, I hope that you have taken advantage of your power and punished the smaller and weaker while you could! (I would have)... ;)

Sue, middle child would be rotten. No real angle to play.

Dina, I know that he has a huge following in Israel. I think that it’s down to the name, and that smile.
31 October 2008 at 15:53
Danial Bigham said…
It's very very bonny your son.
4 November 2008 at 05:23
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