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L'union fait la force.


Here you can see the tremendous twosome – plus a snippet of Jennifer’s hair – in the bath yesterday afternoon.

Henry has very much stepped up his game with regards to his big brotherly duties; whether it is fetching nappies, giving Ez a kiss and a cuddle or just saying goodnight, he has been vigilant in his approach of late.

I am not sure, but I do feel that the threat of one Satan Claws (as I like to call him), and his notorious wrath of all things naughty appears to have compelled this good run of form.
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Debbie Courson Smith said…
Such angelic eyes...how could they ever do anything wrong?
22 December 2008 at 13:41
Anonymous said…
That is a magnificent picture.
22 December 2008 at 19:46
USelaine said…
And those smiles! Sweet!
22 December 2008 at 19:58
Anonymous said…
What a great portrait. One for the wedding reception in a few years' time I guess :)
23 December 2008 at 01:52
Vince said…
fabulous photo - they have Jen's eyes.
23 December 2008 at 12:09
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, that's what they want you to think!

Hallam, I like it.

USelaine, they were pretty good this weekend, even given the arrival of a new tooth for Ez.

Jackie, if they have any sense they will follow their father's footsteps and run off and elope!

Vincenzio, you're finally here!
23 December 2008 at 16:19
Becky said…
This photo made me smile. They are beautiful boys, and you have certainly been blessed.

Thanks, too, for the Christmas greeting. I wish I had your motivation!

Happy holidays to you and yours - how can they be anything but jolly with these two around? :)
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