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I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.


When Ez puts his serious voice on, everybody pays attention.

I'm posting this in honour of his achievement last night of sleeping through the entire night for the very first time.

What makes this feat even more special is the fact that a certain wandering toddler managed to set the clock radio in Ez's room off to ring out at midnight. Bear in mind that the hideous BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP! ... noise loud enough to wake me up on the other side of the house. With one bedroom door closed shut. And another as good as closed.

Yet in the bedroom, there lay one little baby soundly asleep.

The same baby who has woken up when I've gently cleared my throat three rooms away previously.

I can't explain it either.
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Moses said…
Read through your blog.Very interesting...thanks for sharing!
20 March 2009 at 20:07
Sue said…
Obviously it must have been all the bourbons you bought him at the pub the picture was taken at!!!

Seriously, though...congratulations! A wonderful achievement!

Now let's see if he can string about twenty years of sleeping through the night together!
20 March 2009 at 22:47
Priyanka Khot said…
Awesome photos of the lil darlings and your witty penmanship are the reason why i come to your blog everyday.

But I want to know what is keeping you away from the Delhi blog?
20 March 2009 at 23:03
Babzy.B said…
funny story ! The first entire night of Ezra , great ! The nights were what i found the most difficult to assume ... I hope next time you won't have a certain BEEP at midnight ;)
21 March 2009 at 04:43
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, two nights running now. I’m happy with that!

And it wasn’t a pub, it was an upmarket fish ‘n chip joint. You should have seen Henry scoffing down the squid, scallops and chips.
21 March 2009 at 08:36
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, well, it is not just Delhi that I am shamefully not commenting on. Work and kiddies keep me busy. I do read the posts through RSS feeds, but increasingly in the evening when I am too buggered to think of something to say!

I will make an effort this weekend and do the rounds.
21 March 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, the odd thing is that Jen is up all night worried that he is dead/in difficulty with a surfeit of milk!
21 March 2009 at 08:45
Baino said…
Haha . . that's one determined look on his face, were you withholding chippies? Don't worry, before too long, you'll be poking both boys at 11am to get them to wake up!
21 March 2009 at 08:51
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, no, but we moved the salt and pepper beyond his grasp!
21 March 2009 at 09:01
KL said…
This is such a nice, classical shot - I can't express the qualities that this photo has because of language barrier, but I can say that this photo would become a masterpiece or a piece of antiquity in the future generations.
21 March 2009 at 09:32
kylie said…
i'm so jealous in a retrospective kind of way. not one of mine slept through in under twelve months. i never slept a full night for four years. i must have been much stronger then. or much crankier.
poor jen will adjust but until then it is a mite uncomfortable.

bravo ez!!
21 March 2009 at 11:40
Kitty said…
wow. Congrats!
I'm glad for the both of you.
21 March 2009 at 14:14
Kris McCracken said…
KL, maybe someone wants to buy it…? ;)
21 March 2009 at 16:49
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, swings and roundabouts I guess. Henry gave us hell for ten or so months, but when it finally clicked (with a bit of work from our end), he has turned into an excellent sleeper.
21 March 2009 at 16:50
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, and yet for some reason I am incredibly tired today!
21 March 2009 at 16:50
Sue said…
Silly me...I saw the 'Order drinks here' sign and just assumed Ez was gonna have an alcopop (especially now the tax is off them)!
That sounds quite a yummy fish 'n' chippie shop...I suddenly have a craving for calamari!
21 March 2009 at 17:32
Tash said…
Ah, lucky parents! (love that certain toddler -- hee-hee...hee-hee.)
21 March 2009 at 18:00
blackie said…
HURRAH!!!!!!!!
21 March 2009 at 18:45
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, no vodka cruisers for my lads, they're teetotallers!

It's not a bad shop, but the Paris Hilton wannabe on the till needed reminding that she works in a fast food joint, so the attitude was slightly out of place.
21 March 2009 at 19:01
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, that certain toddler can be a menace!
21 March 2009 at 19:01
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, two nights running!

Did you enjoy the Lisa Singh puff piece in the paper today? That poor girl has been through hell and back...
21 March 2009 at 19:02
yamini said…
Ez looks like he means serious business though Jen looks more amused.
Thanks for posting such thoughtful pictures.
22 March 2009 at 01:21
USelaine said…
This photo is sublime! Truly a genius in the works.
22 March 2009 at 19:04
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he slammed his palms down on the table rather forcefully just before I took the photo. It shut the whole joint up!
22 March 2009 at 19:14
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, there can be no doubt about that!
22 March 2009 at 19:15
KL said…
You can't achieve anything by selling :-D. Ask your grandchildren to sell and they will really earn a lot because of everything that the photo has. I think Elaine said it perfectly. :-)
22 March 2009 at 22:06
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I'd dearly love to retire now if possible!
23 March 2009 at 10:02
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