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I will either find a way, or make one.


It was a miserable, wet and cold Saturday morning today. So, of course, Henry, his balloon and I all decided to go for a wander down to the river's edge at 7 am.

That should give you some semblance of an idea of the mood Ezra was in, and the necessity of him having some peace and quiet in order to get to sleep.

Oh happy day.
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Dina said…
Henry is looking quite happy, under the circumstances. Love the way he is marching . The young man has made a way, knows where he is going.

Enjoy your little ones. I just sent mine back to FAR-away NSW. Sob sob . . .
25 April 2009 at 21:09
yamini said…
A Very Happy Day to you too...

Henry looks like he knows where he is going, which is most important.
25 April 2009 at 23:01
KL said…
Nice dreamy picture. Marching forward with a balloon in his hand, his imagination must be flying higher than the balloon.
26 April 2009 at 08:00
freefalling said…
This is a FABULOUS photo.
You are getting quite good at this photo thing, aren't you?
26 April 2009 at 08:16
Kim said…
Henry and his balloon have captured my imagination. What will they find at the river. And do they care. It is probably the getting there that appeals most. Love you caption!
-Kim
26 April 2009 at 08:19
Roddy said…
If I popped the balloon, do you think
any worthwhile thoughts would spring forth?
27 April 2009 at 10:10
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he was naughty the rest of the morning though! NSW? They’re in the wrong state.
28 April 2009 at 11:39
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Sunday was good.
28 April 2009 at 11:39
Kris McCracken said…
KL, we were heading to the football ground to look at thousands of gulls that had settled there.
28 April 2009 at 11:40
Kris McCracken said…
Freefalling, good to middling.
28 April 2009 at 11:40
Kris McCracken said…
Kim, we got soaked on the way.
28 April 2009 at 11:40
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that would be incredibly cruel.
28 April 2009 at 11:40
Roddy said…
So it's not actually a thought balloon? What was I thinking?
28 April 2009 at 21:43
KL said…
Thousands of gulls!!...Wooooowwwww...so where is the picture of that?
29 April 2009 at 21:00
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you need to keep taking the pills.
2 May 2009 at 15:10
Kris McCracken said…
KL, the gulls are coming.
2 May 2009 at 15:11
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