This will hurt me...

One of the best thing about Ezra is that his smaller arms and hands means that he’s far more able to get them into the tiger snake holes…

How many stamps do you think we'll need to send him to the Punjab?

One of the most sincere wishes that I have of my two lads is that in every way they turn out better than me .

Ezra wanted to come up close and say a great big thank you to all those whose sent him cards and wished him well for his birthday, so I have afforded him valuable blog space to do so:

To celebrate the disbursement of my stimulus package on a combination of new glasses and a pile of contact lenses to last me into the next millennium, I present to the good folk of the world a photograph of sweet little Ezra doing his impression of an infantryman deep into training (sans barbed wire). Although he remains essentially pre-verbal, I have very little doubt that this fellow will evolve into the epitome of a blandiloquent bachelor , with a lady on each arm and a spring in every step! [Note, I'm trying out a new feature in this post, consider it a 'hidden' word of the day for people to steal and pass of as an example of their own imposing vocabulary. I bet you can't guess today's!]

Here is the little bloke threatening to crawl. Jennifer has a very narrow definition of crawling, and reckons that he can't. I am a more positive and creative chap, and am firmly of the opinion that Ezra has more than met the criteria of a crawl. Of a fashion. Note: I have had word from the chief steward, and Ezra has weighed in this morning at a solid 10.12 kilograms. That's a fair chunk of beefcake!

One of my all time favourite Henry photos, and a good day all round. Here he is the day that he really started to put it all together and crawl about the place. Yes, he'd conquered Everest before being able to crawl forwards. It was quite the achievement.