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The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori

Slightly blurred, I know. But then again, we were twirling !

We must be very careful when we give advice to younger people: sometimes they follow it!

Some people say that it's the dimples that make the smile. Personally, I reckon that it's the eyes .

Charity begins at home and justice begins next door.

He's got a smile on his dial, I can't ask for much more than that!

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

For those hanging out of a recent glimpse of the lads, here is Ezra from yesterday afternoon, just after he parachuted from a plane, free fell 3,000 metres, and then crashed through the roof into out kitchen. As you can see from the look on his face, he is enjoying his paratrooper training very much. I decided not to show the images after he fixed his bayonet and chased Henry around the house.

Economy in pleasure is not to my taste.

Humility prevents me from saying that I have the most handsome children going around, so I won't say it. Obviously, I can't stop anyone else from saying it, however... I was thinking about having a caption competition, but don't have a prize. Is anyone interested in some old cassette tapes?

Subtle and insubstantial, the expert leaves no trace; divinely mysterious, he is inaudible. Thus he is master of his enemy's fate.

Here is my sweet little baboo. He's very happy here. As a special treat, please note Henry's feet in the background...

A happy life consists not in the absence, but in the mastery of hardships.

"All good things must come to an end", that's what Henry said when he finished his chocolate-coated strawberry on the way home from the Tulip Festival. Then he said " more! , but that's another story.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

There are more pros than cons to having a wife who is an absolute champion when it comes to breastfeeding. I'm deadly serious here, Jen would be a lock for Olympic gold if they ever introduce it as a competitive sport. The simply massive Henry was exclusively breast-fed for nigh-on six months (at which point he was the size of the average one year old), and didn't fully wean (his own call) until eighteen months old. In all of that time Jen soldiered through, producing bountiful good stuff to keep him ticking along as healthy as a boy giant could be. That said, he is also a fussy little bugger who demanded his mother's full attention during feeds, had four teeth at sixteen weeks and refused outright any notion of expressed milk in a bottle. So the pressure was very much upon her. The pros should be obvious: health benefits (for both mother and baby); good bonding time; less sickly kiddies; huge cost savings; no fumbling about with formula, bottles and teats; less vomit; l...

Update

Can't write too much, I'm entertaining Henry before bath time and bed. I’ll then sneak back to the hospital and leave him in the care of my parents. He has a new brother. Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Ezra's first photo Three kilograms, he came a bit early, but got top marks on the APGAR scores. He’s a reasonable size, but looks tiny compared to Henry at birth (who was a monster baby). No drugs, no stitches, very quick labour and mum and bub well. I have a quick pic, I will post more when we're home properly. Ezra and his dad

After Making Love We Hear Footsteps

If Jen is right, then she IS in labour. But now Henry is in bed and not much is happening, so I am managing to do a few pre-posts to continue the streak! Don't expect much though, I'm reaching into the grab bag and slinging you some random pictures and a few of my favourite poems. Well, that last bit is a lie today, because the above photo - while admittedly not my most technically proficient - is to this point my favourite. It's the first one of Henry. It was taken about two minutes after he was born (nearly twenty-one months ago). I think that its wonderful. Are you allowed to dedicate someone else's poem to someone? Anyway, if you are , then this one is for dear little Henry. After Making Love We Hear Footsteps Galway Kinnell For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman and Fergus will only sink deeper into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash, but let there be that heavy breathing or a stifled...

New(ish) Pic of Henry

Here he is, Miss America...

Hoorah!

Henry sleep all the way through the night last night, for the first time ever! That has to be worth something.

Dinner Time!

Babies lack somewhat in the area of manners.

See the Bomber's Fly Up!

Big win for Essendon today, it may well leave me with just one correct tip for the round, but I'll happily take that trade off. Listened to the game on ABC radio, and was very impressed. Sounds like we've got a good, positive game plan, and work to our strengths. Very glad to hear Davey and Jetta get good reviews, and it's always nice to have Scotty Lucas star. Well done Bombers, the finals are well and truly within reach this year!

Introducing Henry

This is Henry. He's screaming right now, but he's happy here...