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If I knew what I was so anxious about, I wouldn't be so anxious.


Here is the birthday boy, with bonus big brother sighting beside him.

Due to the festivities, I'm a bit buggered today, so will hold off the extended birthday feature until tomorrow. So, hold your horses, and I promise that you'll see plenty in the day to come.

Comments

Dina said…
Get a good night's sleep, Kris and Jen. I'm sure you have earned it, today and all the first year.
Valerie said…
At least you managed to post a fab picture. Hope the day went really well.
yamini said…
Hi Ezra,
Happy Belated Birthday dear!!!

Sorry, I couldnt wish you yesterday itself, but I guess having wished six days in advance will buy me some leverage :-)

How was the party? which I heard from reliable sources was bigger than "Ben Hur, the Bicentenary and the opening of the first McDonalds."
Kris McCracken said…
Hello all, I was SO tired.
Irina said…
Happy Birthday to little Ezra!
Well, may be not so little after all...
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, he is a big boy now.

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