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How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.


I couldn't decide between these two pictures, so I've posted both. Henry and Ezra are already book addicts. In fact, Henry churns through no less than ten a day, usually far more.

Indeed, I am starting to worry that we will run out of books to read at the State Library. I'm even trying to get Henry into the Russians, as some of those weighty tomes should slow him down long enough to allow all those authors out there to rush out more books.

Comments

That's fantastic! There is no greater start than to read. I find this post really uplifting. Keep reading! Maybe you can swap books with other mums and dads too? I know I used to do that.
EG CameraGirl said…
Let us know when Henry has finished War and Peace. ;-)

It's wonderful when kids LOVE to read.
SH -ic said…
ilove the look from the younger one .. play meditation .in a good way
Both images are lovely. Undoubtedly, you have managed to capture the moment of reading. In the second picture seems Ezra was listening carefully to Henry.
Destitute Rebel said…
Great pictures of lovely kids, The love of books is one you should be happy of, nothing better then a child reading and learning all that the world has to offer.

Thanks for stopping by at Lahore Daily and the warm welcome back.
Great photos of the kids and good for Henry that he already ploughs through books. Ezra already looks interested too!!
Anonymous said…
Are the t-shirts and green cardi Jen's handiwork?
Great photos
Your kids are obviously far too bright to be on this planet. Reading books at all nevermind so young seems to be an oddity.
Anonymous said…
I love both pictures - Ezra's gummy grin in the first one, and Henry's concentration in the second. They're both so gorgeous!
USelaine said…
Henry's hair seems to be getting lighter. Is it from the summer sun? In any case, these are priceless images.
freefalling said…
They really ARE great photos.
Kitty said…
gorgeous photos. Ezra looks so calm, laying next to his big brother, and I love his gummy smile.

They looks like they are having an idyllic time.
Kris McCracken said…
Lynn, Henry just can’t get enough of them. He’s even stopped wrecking them in his enthusiasm. Which is a good thing.

YEGTG, he will probably beat me to it!
Kris McCracken said…
Picture to words, he is good with the smile, old Ezra!

MurciaDailyPhoto, Ezra is also well mannered. Henry, less so.
Kris McCracken said…
Destitute Rebel, we are very happy Henry is so keen. He had little choice though as he’s surrounded by books.

It’s good to see you back!

Blognote, they both like to hear a tale or two.
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, Ezra’s t-shirt and cardie is. Henry’s was a handmade gift from a friend.

Babooshka, there are a lot of good kids books out there, I have been pleasantly surprised. Some great artwork in them for sure.

The words are still some way off, but Henry has a keen eye for detail and recognises so much. I have no doubt that the constant exposure is pumping up that vocabulary. Now we just need him to quieten down a bit!
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I did like both a lot, that’s why I had to post them, even though Henry has his Myra Hindley hair on in the top one, Ezra’s grin cannot be denied!

Elaine, it seems to change by the day. It was very dark yesterday afternoon.
Kris McCracken said…
FF, they do make excellent models. I should rent them out.

Kitty, Ez is the calm one, that’s for sure.

Henry bit him on the head yesterday morning. Plus he slobbers all over him to. Ez just smiles through it all.

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