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No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.


As some of you may know, I have been blessed by two young sons. As a pair, they are both handsome, sly intelligent, ruthless spirited, despotic driven, arrogant confident, calculating thoughtful, insane exuberant and power-hungry keen to get involved.

One day, hopefully, they will run this country.
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Sarah Lulu said…
Gorgeous boys ...

I notice you are in the Drug and Alcohol field ...I was (and still dabble) a specialist Drug and Alcohol counsellor for a number of years and I'm a sober alcoholic.

*smile*
12 May 2009 at 19:52
Roddy said…
Apart from the clothes these two could almost be twins.
12 May 2009 at 19:59
Keropokman said…
let them speak more languages.

Chinese, French, Spanish...
Your current PM speaks multiple languages right?

These boys will take over Rudd one day! hehe...
12 May 2009 at 21:03
KL said…
When is Henry going to have his next hair cut :-D? Had a good laugh looking at Ezra's face. Lovely pic - A pair of Laughing Buddhas could have been the title.

hehehehe...before they run the country, they might be running the house and you might not like that :-P
12 May 2009 at 23:11
{S.T.U.F.F.} said…
They are cuties!!!
13 May 2009 at 03:10
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, I’m endeavouring to locate a way out of the drug and alcohol field!
13 May 2009 at 12:04
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you must be on drugs.
13 May 2009 at 12:04
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, Mr Rudd does speak very good Mandarin, I understand. We try and encourage them to open their mind to different languages.
13 May 2009 at 12:05
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I am arguing to leave it a bit, he looks fine and it is not much fun for anyone. They already run the house.
13 May 2009 at 12:05
Kris McCracken said…
My {S.T.U.F.F.}, much like their father!
13 May 2009 at 12:05
Roddy said…
I already told you. I am on drugs. Only the ones to keep me healthy though. And only in small doses.
13 May 2009 at 12:48
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you need to lower the dosage.
13 May 2009 at 12:50
Sarah Lulu said…
Good idea Kris move out before the field burns you out...

I did ..I'm case managing foster kids now ...I'm obviously insane haha..
13 May 2009 at 15:20
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, I'm in policy now, and that drives you even more bonkers than working with clients!
13 May 2009 at 15:29
deped teacher said…
they are so cute
13 May 2009 at 18:49
Roddy said…
Ok, so Ezra needs to grow a bit more hair and add a couple of inches and perhaps a little hair dye but the resemblance is becoming apparent. I am still their proudest Grandfather. I think. Check with Pat.
13 May 2009 at 20:40
Kavita Saharia said…
hope i am not invading your privacy....if so just ignore...cant help complimenting kiddos....adorable...wondering how u managed to click them so at one place,they are not looking at the camera...r they watching their fav. show?
14 May 2009 at 15:33
Kris McCracken said…
Deped Teacher, they are!
19 May 2009 at 09:33
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I think that you're the proudest.
19 May 2009 at 09:33
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, I am not offended at all!

They are watching their mum, who was putting some stuff away behind me.
19 May 2009 at 09:34
kavita said…
Thankyou.....this tip is surely going to help me.
19 May 2009 at 11:33
Kris McCracken said…
Kavitha, the other tip is "take lots and lots of photos", one usually turns okay!
19 May 2009 at 11:35
kavita said…
thankyou...i visit your blog often.......i think its great.
19 May 2009 at 11:44
Kris McCracken said…
Kavitha, I'm glad someone likes it!
19 May 2009 at 11:54
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