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He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.


Three photos for the price of one this evening. Above is Ez looking somewhat disgruntled as Henry has blown out his first ever candle on his first ever birthday cake.

Below you can see happier times, before a gruntled Henry took the liberty to extinguish the birthday flame.



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yamini said…
Happy Birthday To You!!
Happy Birthday To You!!
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Happy Birthday To You!!

Many Girlfriends To You!!
May God Bless You!!
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Happy Birthday To You!!

The cake looks yummy and I'm sure it tasted yummy too. All the three pictures are too good. Thanks for sharing.
21 July 2009 at 20:58
Sue said…
Is that Roddy in the background? Why isn't he at home renovating?
21 July 2009 at 21:54
Priyanka Khot said…
He is so so so so so cute... I loved the polka dots bib and the cake looks yum... did you bake it?

pls find a way of having virtual cake soon so that we can share food online... hehehehe :-)
21 July 2009 at 21:56
Anonymous said…
Great quote. Did Henry make the cake?
22 July 2009 at 06:56
Chris Wolf said…
What kind of cake is it? We frost the crap out of most in America-so glad to see yours is not!
22 July 2009 at 07:13
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he never finishes what he starts.
22 July 2009 at 08:06
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, the bib was a hand made gift from erstwhile commentator Blackie.
22 July 2009 at 08:07
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent, re. the quote: it's the neo-Marxist in me!

Re. the cake, Henry and I made it. It didn't quite go as planned, but tasted great.
22 July 2009 at 08:08
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, it was a special non-dairy banana and cinnamon cake. I suspect that the shallow in the middle was due to either too many bananas, or at least too much moisture in the bananas that I added. It didn’t affect the taste.

I personally can’t stand icing/frosting. It’s just sugar and overrides any flavour and moisture inherent in the cake. I know the kids love it, but while Ez is still little enough to not care, I’m happy to make a cake that I actually want to eat!
22 July 2009 at 08:23
Irina said…
Well, such a blow would be a great grief to anyone!

By the way, do you have that tradition of putting as many candles on a birthday cake as many years old is the birthday person?
22 July 2009 at 19:56
KL said…
That cake looks delicious. Who made it? You or Jen or bought from shop? many and much loves, hugs, kisses and best wishes to Ez on his very first birthday. Hope he goes on making at least a century.

So, that's all we get!!!?? - only 3 pics :-(?????????????????
24 July 2009 at 05:52
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, it's the only tradition that I know!
27 July 2009 at 09:10
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry and I made the cake. I've never understood buying cakes, they're one of the easiest and cheapest things to make!

I am waiting on more photos from the birthday. I was too busy helping host than snapping away.
27 July 2009 at 09:11
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