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Here is part two of my sop to the angry mob. This one, taken just this morning, is of my smiley baby boy, dear little Ezra™, who really is the sweetest little man on the planet. Guaranteed, if you (in this order and out loud)
  1. Tickle his hands;
  2. Tickle his tum;
  3. Tickle his knees;
  4. Tickle his feet;
  5. Tickle his toes;
  6. Tickle his chin;
  7. Tickle his cheek; and
  8. Tickle his nose,
He will give you the biggest smile this side of Buddha.

I'm addicted to Ezra.
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USelaine said…
and the little embroidered smile!
9 October 2008 at 15:41
Marie Reed said…
He has such a magical little smile:)
9 October 2008 at 17:12
Diederick Wijmans said…
He is just wonderful and I always enjoy reading your comments and thoughts!
9 October 2008 at 17:13
www.niamhphotography.com said…
hi, thanks for your comments on my photo. what a gorgeous little fella. congratulations! niamh
9 October 2008 at 18:06
Anonymous said…
ooh I do like his couture! I'd like to see more of that knitted top and the tshirt or whatever it is underneath.

that is a really good picture as well.
9 October 2008 at 19:23
Anonymous said…
oh and I keep forgetting to ask- what is the consensus on who he resembles? Mostly I think he resembles dad but in that shot he looks like mum. poor ol dad, it's his turn now isn't it?
9 October 2008 at 19:24
FRances said…
A beautiful picture of dear little ezra by gee he is growing and stiil looks like his dad.
9 October 2008 at 20:15
FRances said…
I personally think that Ezra has a personality all his own. I can see both mother and father in him. Is this just a fantasy or a doting grandfather not wanting to offend anyone.
Henry also has his own personality, although I tend to lean toward the Fitzgerald side
Ezra I'm sure will, in time possibly take after one or the other.
If not, he is still impeccable.
Roddy.
9 October 2008 at 20:33
Sue said…
I am just another besotted relative drooling over the pictures of the boys...I believe they truly resemble BOTH parents...depending on the angle of the shot and the lighting! A good looking couple whose combined gene pool manifested in these magnificent specimens of humanity.
I didn't realise it could be this easy to love two little boys so much without ever having met them....
9 October 2008 at 21:47
Anonymous said…
gee you people are a bit over the top!
10 October 2008 at 09:07
Debbie Courson Smith said…
I'm addicted to him, too.
10 October 2008 at 13:39
FRances said…
I have been looking at this picture of sweet little Ezra more closly and I can see atouch of uncle jas in him.
10 October 2008 at 20:48
Dina said…
You KNOW I am addicted to him too; maybe that's why I try not to get an overdose.
12 October 2008 at 20:11
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, he has lots of that stuff.

Blognote, I will have to take some more of him then!

Niamh, thank you!
13 October 2008 at 16:04
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, his mother made that. A separate post is in the offing.

Frances, he is handsome, isn’t he?

Roddy, jeez, get yer hand off it!
13 October 2008 at 16:06
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, maybe you’d feel differently if you met them...

Hallam, agreed. Their father is far more attractive.

Boise Diva, it’s a hard habit to break.

Frances, that’s a cruel thing to say.

Dina, good old Ez!
13 October 2008 at 16:09
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