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It is better to be making the news than taking it; to be an actor rather than a critic.


Here is the littlest hobo young man in my life showcasing some excellent "standing up" skills.

He is also trying out his "climbing up" skills; "banging head" skills; "falling over" skills; as well as a fine line in "shrieking like a banshee".
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Roddy said…
This young man is one fine gentleman.The next time I see him I am quite sure that he will be walking.
Give him and his brother one big kiss from his proud as punch grandpa.
23 June 2009 at 20:13
Sue said…
And one for both boys from their proud as punch great aunt.
23 June 2009 at 22:46
Keropokman said…
Hi little buddy.

Grow up quick!
23 June 2009 at 22:59
Priyanka Khot said…
yay! he stood up! kudos to him!

we want a treat!
24 June 2009 at 01:59
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he has his moments.
24 June 2009 at 08:51
Kris McCracken said…
Keropok Man, he sure does!
24 June 2009 at 08:52
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, you sound like Henry!
24 June 2009 at 08:52
Priyanka Khot said…
I choose to take that as a compliment. :-)

When is his birthday?
24 June 2009 at 14:55
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Ez was born on July 19. not far away now!
24 June 2009 at 15:04
yamini said…
Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!

Plz hug Ezra on my behalf. He has achieved a milestone of toddler life today.

Can we hear his shrieking skills on video??

And yes, the treat?? when should we keep ourselves free??
24 June 2009 at 17:38
Roddy said…
He looks good playing the desk, but when will he start on the piano? It looks lonely in the background.
By the way, where was the maestro, Henry?
24 June 2009 at 18:21
Dina said…
Wow, a whole new thing now.
25 June 2009 at 18:55
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he goes okay.
2 July 2009 at 13:53
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Henry was by my side.
2 July 2009 at 13:53
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he is progressing at a rapid rate.
2 July 2009 at 13:54
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