Here is a photograph that Jen took yesterday of the little bloke showcasing his increased sitting up skills.
Colour me impressed!
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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I hope he can hear all the baby-talk that the adults are doing way up here is Delhi.
loads of awwwweeee, lliiiiillliiiillluuullluuu kuchi koo, tikli tu, ale ale bdfjadfn ejenj.... to sweet lil Ezra
You offered staying with Henry for 2 weeks as a prize. When are we going to have a similar prize WITH EZRA? In that case, make it staying with him (EZRA) for 2 years. Then you can have him back :-).
Now let me hear (well, read) your answer.
He has very large hands and feet when he's next to other babies. Less so next to me.
Ez does radiate light wherever he goes. He's blessed with a rare kind of charisma!