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All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.


Here is and extreme close up of Ezra, who has recently recovered from the very same does of the influenza that has wrought havoc with my mind and body these week. Suffice to say, the little bloke has pulled through with far more vigour and vitality than I think I will (should I survive, that is).

Ezra has been achieving a number of milestones of late, not least that of standing up unaided and walking. For those interested, I will be posting a video of these marvellous feats either today or tomorrow (again, provided I have not joined Michael Jackson the that great Neverland in the sky...)

In other news: this post is number 1,250 on this blog!

Congratulations blog. Cards, presents and brown paper bags filled with cash should be directed to:
Att/Of:Kris McCracken
Tasmania
Australia
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Ruh-u meyyit said…
Greetings from Turkey.Have a nice day.So cute baby..
1 July 2009 at 19:31
yamini said…
The picture is Lovelyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!

And yes, he is a strong person for having weathered the flu condition.
Dnt worry, You will get well soon too.

I have a request to make (its with regard to Ezra's birthday), so can I have your email id to which it can be addressed?
If you feel like then please send me ur id at yaminikaul@gmail.com.
1 July 2009 at 21:08
Roddy said…
Is the young bloke walking unaided?
He has given me one fantastic present for his birthday. If you can catch him now, plant a dirty big kiss on his cheek for me.
Chicken soup! Is that the cure. Fluids anyway. Take care.
1 July 2009 at 22:07
Chris Wolf said…
looking forward to your "funky" post tomorrow-please let it have nothing to do with your flu symptoms!
2 July 2009 at 01:29
KL said…
Waiting for the video. And thank you for the lovely picture of the little bloke. Have a swift recovery.
2 July 2009 at 01:38
Mo said…
Hope he doesnt grow into a sook like you.
2 July 2009 at 02:16
Kris McCracken said…
Kod, I will tell him that Turkey says so!
2 July 2009 at 14:10
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is a good boy.
2 July 2009 at 14:15
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, well, a little bit aided...
2 July 2009 at 14:16
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, my mood was no doubt influenced!
2 July 2009 at 14:17
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, that is a very cruel thing to say.

It doesn't matter if you're right...

;)
2 July 2009 at 14:18
Kris McCracken said…
Barak Obama, fancy seeing YOU here!
2 July 2009 at 14:18
Tania said…
Go Ez!
Chicken soup is indeed the go - Evie calls it "cure-a-cold soup" - something she heard on Pooh Bear. However she is convinced it is "kiracold" soup.
Cute
4 July 2009 at 06:04
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, no chickens here.
7 July 2009 at 10:55
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