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Here is the last of today's series of three. Yes, I did take an awful lot of photos of these two over the weekend. How could I not when they are both so awfully photogenic?

I like all three, which is why I couldn't resist posting them all so soon after my last splurge of kiddie shots. They display a side of Henry, a certain tenderness, that one does get to see quite a bit. It just happens to often be buttressed by periods of brute force or extreme energy, which often make it difficult to capture with a rubbish camera.

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
they are photogenic and u must continue the practice of posting their pics everyday for FANS like me :D
jen said…
this one is my favourite. Henry's getting much better at being gentle and it melts my heart that he wants to play with Ez and hold him so much.
Danial Bigham said…
Thank u for saw my weblog. It's beautiful sentence about parageraph.
Adorable pictures, all of these! Very sweet. I think this is my favorite, but they are all great. So cute.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, first I need to actually take photos of them every day! I may decide to reach into my grab bag of oldies and post some comparisons.

Jen, I shall get a big one printed out and framed then!

Danial, indeed!

Mary, in the words on many a parent: they’re ALL my favourite!
FRances said…
I have one to thanks kris.

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