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He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down.

" MUST... get... camera... " " Must... GET... camera... " " Must... get... CAMERA... "

I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.

My baby is in a rush to not be a baby any more! When does a baby stop being a baby? Wait a sec, Henry is still my baby, so maybe [baby] Ez will stay my baby for a while yet... [Note: I'm not sure whether this photograph indicates that Ezra is really big or Jen is really small.]

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

How about that drool? It makes kissing all the more exciting! I forgot to mention that on Fathers Day, we all went boat spotting down on the harbour estuary, promenaded along the waterfront, and then feasted on squid, prawns, chips and the like for an early lunch. Whilst doing so, I spotted a fellow with a ruddy great video camera - of the professional kind - filming us. It turns out he was filming some 'colour' for Al Jazeera's English language TV station. He liked the look of Henry harassing seagulls so much, the little bloke had to do it over and over again until the Arabic news network agent was satisfied with the results. So, if you're a fan of Al Jazeera, keep and eye out for any stories on Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, or small westerners who disturb sea birds. If you spot us, let me know!

No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.

I kind of think that Ezra here resembles an evil genius. The faintly cocked wrist, the look of utter disdain, the ever so slight upturned nose. Yes, this is a fellow poised to push a button that will open a trapdoor, dropping some poor bugger into a vat of acid. Filled with crocodiles. With sub-machine guns. And poor dental hygiene.