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Henry, meet Ezra... Ezra, meet Henry...

Slowly getting the house ship shape for Ezra and Jen's return. Until then, enjoy the greatest meeting of the minds since the Manhattan Project.

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Anonymous said…
Congratulations!! How sweet is that? Oh dear, I have come over all clucky....

Adorable, absolutely adorable.
21 July 2008 at 17:20
Anonymous said…
That's pretty cute!
21 July 2008 at 20:12
Anonymous said…
did "the books" advise for Mum not to be holding the new baby when big brother meets him?

Looks like it'll all turn out ok anyway.
21 July 2008 at 20:25
Anonymous said…
Nice video. I enjoyed the kisses.
21 July 2008 at 21:50
Julie said…
Yes, the kisses were delightful. Such a tricky thing to introduce a new sibling ...
21 July 2008 at 22:28
EG CameraGirl said…
Henry and Ezra have started off well, although Henry does look a bit surprised. Ho nice that Henry shared kisses. ;-)
21 July 2008 at 23:21
Debbie Courson Smith said…
Oh yeah, you're gonna have your hands full...but it will be fun...mostly.
21 July 2008 at 23:26
Dina said…
Very sweet indeed! Two brothers!
22 July 2008 at 05:21
blackie said…
What a kissing machine Henry is. Cute stuff.
22 July 2008 at 07:41
freefalling said…
Nice to see you slipped some cricketing vernacular in there.
And I'm a bit concerned that Henry thinks the camera is the baby.
He does look a little bewildered.
And I love the look on Jen's face.
22 July 2008 at 09:04
Anonymous said…
Kris and Jenn

Congratulations from Aunty Mary's friend Janine.

Well done.
22 July 2008 at 16:35
Anonymous said…
Cute :-)))
23 July 2008 at 03:58
Uma por Dia said…
CUTE scene!! Congrats :)
23 July 2008 at 06:44
Kris McCracken said…
The problem at the moment is getting Henry to stop kissing Ezra!

Hallam, Jen was feeding Ezra when Henry entered the room. He's been good about that though, probably because he self weened at 18 months and doesn't feel like he's losing out.

Henry was odd for the first bit of seeing his mum. He was quite reserved (cold even) in the hospital, even when we first went home. I think that he was trying to 'punish' her for leaving him at home. It was incredibly difficult to leave him, that's why I spent equal parts at home with him as I did with Jen and Ezra. He's 100 percent better with her now she's back home though.
25 July 2008 at 13:39
Neva said…
that is the sweetest thing ever! I have two boys and then had a girl and it brings back wonderful memories....again...congratulations...to you and your bride!
25 July 2008 at 15:21
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