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Virtue and vice are not the same, even if they undergo the same torment.


A little under four months and look at Henry show off that neck strength. Magnificent!

There is something a little odd about having children about the place, if anyone had of bragged to me about one's ability to lift their head, count to three or sleep through the night, I'd have repeated my [admittedly in poor taste] response to talk of the 'Special Olympics': "what's so special about it? I can do all of those things".

Now though, it's not so uncommon to find me boasting about a particularly impressive burp, or wax lyrical about another human being informing me that they've done a poo.

It's like a strange sort of brain damage, and I'm not sure if it a wholly good or bad thing.
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Anonymous said…
and here's to gingermegs!
22 October 2008 at 15:27
Priyanka Khot said…
it is definitely a good thing for all the Henry and Ezra enthusiasts.

Both of them look adorable in the pics u've posted...

hope Henry has a great birthday tomorrow.
22 October 2008 at 16:24
Dina said…
Know what you mean. It's those little things that are great advancements at the tender age and we parents enjoy them accordingly.

We used to call the head-raising baby thing "Up periscope!"
22 October 2008 at 17:21
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, I'll tell him you said that, and then let him kick you in the shin on Sunday.

Priyanka, Henry had a good day. I will post on it soon.

Dina, I'm going through them with two at different stages now, one still for the first time and two with some point of comparison. Both remain mind-blowing.
24 October 2008 at 08:56
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