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So here is what the world has been waiting for, Henry and Ezra in another feature film. It's been some time since I've posted a video, primarily because of Henry's tendency to act the diva on set. We're talking about demands to catering for peeled grapes of at least eight varieties, abusing the best boy and assaulting the key grip, that kind of thing.

Yesterday morning however, in the interest of keeping the global appreciation society, he agreed to partake in this brief shoot with his baby brother.


Now don’t forget that the boundary-pushing antics as both (or Henry alone) that has been featured in numerous other videos, including:

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Anonymous said…
Oh those sweet and cuddly boys are growing so fast. xxoo to them.

And now (to the Yom Kippur-style sound of breastbeating) I confess, I have sinned, I have stayed away, thinking to come to your blog "later," when I am fully awake, as only then can I sometimes understand it.
Sin #2: Early this morning before coffee I somehow lost two of your great comments. Will try to reconstruct them and then answer about the start of the Yom Kippur War. Maybe I need some more coffee first. . .
Oi Kris, forgive me.
FRances said…
Kris loved the last video of the boys, loved the selection of them all keep them coming.Sweet little boys ah.
Lynette said…
Precious moments--thanks for sharing. My two sons are 33 and almost 30. I remember precious moments, too.
Kitty said…
what can be cuter than two kiddies snuggling?!

they look terribly happy. I'm glad they can see such videos of themselves in the future.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, as a fellow in white robes once said, “I shall forgive thee, for that’s just how I roll...”

Frances, sweet as a tiger snake!

Lynette, I was waiting for you to add: “...but it was all downhill from there!”

Kitty, what can be cuter than two kiddies snuggling?!

Two kiddies and a kitten snuggling?

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