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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.

Comments

Roddy said…
Obviously he flew in from North America as I notice he is wearing moccasins, as most of the Plains Indians' wore.
How is the young paratrooper? Looking forward to his birthday? I know that his grandmother and I are. Again, BIG, VERY BIG, kisses for him and Henry. Just don't wear him out, cause we are bringing lots and lots of hugs and kisses for him and Henry
yamini said…
Is there going to be a special performance from Ez on his Birthday by way of a treat for all of us?
He may decide whether he would want to play the piano or jump another 3000 metres, after all, the lad is showing signs of no fatigue even after such a daredevil attempt at parachuting!!

That killer smile says it all. Love and hug to Ezra and Henry.
Roddy said…
This kid is getting better looking every time he appears on my computer screen. Even when he appears 10 times a day.
Roddy said…
Is today the day I'm not going to worry about tomorrow? How profound!
Sue said…
Isn't today the first day of the rest of your life??? Uncle Ian always told me that!
Jackie said…
Wow, he's looking really tall! They grow up so so fast.
Priyanka Khot said…
I love that smile and the red footies...

That swing sure seems a lot of fun.
KL said…
Very nice title. Well, another beautiful shot of Ezra. No big deal :-P
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they are knitted Essendon booties actually.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he did some dancing.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, and you post every time.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, god I hope not.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, it’s the growth hormones I’m giving him.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he has a wonderful smile.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it’s a very big deal!

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