What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others

Because I feel like it, and because I can, today I am running with a Henry and Ezra BONANZA theme. No, that doesn’t mean Henry will be dressed up in spurs, tassels and a twelve gallon hat calling himself “Hoss” and knocking blokes out for dissing his “paw”, nor will Ezra be going by “lil’ Joe” and going on to build a petite abode on the pampas nor act as an angel sent from heaven to help people prevent their savings being swindled by unscrupulous investors. [One does hope this convoluted bit of pop culture riffing doesn’t pass everybody by.]

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that I am back at work today, don’t want to be, so have colluded with the robot to have regular pictorial updates throughout the day. So here is the first, dear little Ezra showing off his feet, taken yesterday afternoon and displaying little evidence of any after effects of his shots.

So, for the time being, our little man has a halo of protection for the following:

• Hepatitis B;
  
• Diphtheria, tetanus and whooping cough (acellular pertussis);
  
• Haemophilus influenzae type b;
  
• Polio (inactivated poliomyelitis IPV);
  
• Pneumococcal conjugate; AND
  
• Rotavirus.