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You're gonna need a bigger boat


Sharks have been in the news here in Australia today, another swimmer became breakfast for a Great White, another tried to eat the winning yacht in the Sydney to Hobart race, and some dudes in kayaks got a spectacular home movie to show when the get back to work.

This is the closest I have been to a shark today, and at the moment Ezra's uppers are more of the gummy variety. Don't worry though, there are two little razor sharp beauties coming along nicely along the bottom.

That's the thing about Australia you see, just can't move without bumping into a shark. Or a crocodile. The crocs are a whole other story...

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Priyanka Khot said…
Ezra is adorable...

I loved his toothless smile.

loads n hugs and kisses and cheek pulls from Delhi, India.
bea's blog said…
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Hei! So glad I found your blog!Will be back! ...have a very good (pen)-pal in Hobart! If you like you can have a look at my site at
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Enjoy!!
European Greetings
Beatrice
Well, this shark is definitely on the cute side, and home movie material-worthy.
Jim Klenke said…
He is a cutie. Love the smile.
Sue said…
Gee...I can't believe you can't even see the scar where he had his second head removed! hehehe
Though ...was the tap attached to his head at the same time???
This is a wonderful photo of Ezra. Thanks very much for sharing your children with us. It is a real pleasure to see them growing up on a daily basis. It's also a real pleasure to visit your blog regularly and catch up with what you're doing and thinking. Best wishes to you and your family for the New Year. (I hope your computers recover - mine died about a month ago and has recently been replaced.)
freefalling said…
All these sharks are freakn me out man!
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is getting another tooth now.

Bea, great to hear. Am happy to answer any Hobart-related questions!

Diva, he is less frightening than Jaws, that is true.
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, just like his father!

Sue, I shall ignore that comment.

Benjamin, I like posting their pictures, it is kind of an online repository for memory, should anything happen. I'm amazed that people are interested!

FF, are there many sharks in Ararat?

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