Here is Ezra back when he was a little angel, and not the grizzling, snotty, always into cupboards and drawers, toy scattering domestic terrorist that we've been faced with most evenings.
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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Him and Henry can start playing tag team with annoying you!
"Hey, Henry!!! I'm done with makin' a mess and screwin' with Dad's head....it's you turn now!! Just give me a yell when you're tired and I'll take over again!!!"
hahahaha
..autsch it really hurts
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sweet pic
BTW, you are getting better at the adjective game with each passing day. By the time Henry and Ezra leave college, you will have compiled your very own "McCracken Thesaurus On Children For Parental Use."
But I'm not sure how kids will react to that!!
I really liked Sue's take on the situation as well.
Not long now Ezra and it's your birthday.
You have to translate I'm afraid Kris.