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Babies are such a nice way to start people



Well I couldn't just leave it at one photo today, could I? Brand spanking new baby and all!

So here you are, another of little Ezra. He's a little one in Henry terms, but a ripper nonetheless.


And another one for good measure. The above photograph is one with a little more perspective vis-à-vis size.



Lest you feel that I am terribly good at setting timers on cameras and then running back with a sleeping newborn, or that Jennifer has awfully hairy arms for an lass, I will admit that neither myself or Henry took these photographs. Yes, the tired-looking bloke above is Me. I'm holding a nude little Ezra while waiting for his bath to fill.

In defence of my sons, I'm tired more through the lack of sleep from excitement, than littlies carrying on. Henry has been an angel (normal evening meltdowns exempted) and sleeps through the night. Ezra is still a little confused regarding night or day, but is quiet as a newborn kitten (especially when contrasted with Henry's foghorn when he arrived on the scene). And no, alas, it isn't even a randy wife looking to add to her rapidly growing brood.

I just couldn't sleep because I am so darn happy.
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Sue said…
Oh Kris...Ezra is gorgeous! You and Jen make beautiful children together!
23 July 2008 at 14:30
Anonymous said…
fifty bucks says you won't stop at 2 kids.
23 July 2008 at 14:41
Jules said…
Kris - so excited to catch up on all your wonderful news. He is such a beautiful looking baby and you have that exhausted/but exhilarated look of a new father!!! Well done Mum too!!!

Congrats to all and
good health and good luck Ezra!!!
23 July 2008 at 16:12
Anonymous said…
Heart-touching photos. Babies are so small; he sleeps 'in your hands'.
23 July 2008 at 19:35
Julie said…
It is the nonchalantly dangled arm that is entrancing ... these are images to treasure.

How about some of mother and baby ...
23 July 2008 at 20:32
Z said…
Warms my heart, it does, to see these photos and read your writing. Best wishes to all four of you!
23 July 2008 at 21:59
Debbie Courson Smith said…
More baby pictures please!
23 July 2008 at 23:50
pussreboots said…
Awww. So sweet. :)
24 July 2008 at 10:38
Kitty said…
That's really amazing. I cannot imagine the happiness.

from your photos I see how photogenic babies can be. Ezra looks like a boxer, or someone else who has been through a LOT.

He is gorgeous.
25 July 2008 at 11:02
Kris McCracken said…
He's a looker all right.

I was worried that the baby wouldn't be able to match Henry's all around cuteness, but I reckon that he has come up trumps.

I'm quietly hoping that his eyes will stay the lovely shade of dark brown too!
25 July 2008 at 13:48
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