This will hurt me...

I'd happily walk the plank for you.

Ezra is learning to eat without help. He's getting there. Slowly. As an interesting point of comparison, here is Henry coming to grips with yoghurt way back in February '08 (which would make him a few months older in that photo than Ez is now).

Here is a blast from the [recent] past: Ezra tickling the ivories [ooh err missus]. I have been trying to encourage a taste for Chopin, but he is veering dangerously into honkeytonk territory. If he stays on this course, he's gonna end up playing in some flea-bitten house of ill repute somewhere in East Baton Rouge.

A strategically-placed thigh preserves his modesty, but there can be no denying that dear little Ezra is absolutely 100% beefcake .