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Peace begins with a smile.


Here is the little bloke just this evening. I thought that you'd like this one.

He's just a little different to when I first met him properly.

Or when he first came home.

Or when he used to sleep in the bath.

Or when he'd sleep on me.

Or when he first let me know that he wanted to be a dictator when he grew up.

Or when he started to smile.

Or when he first let Henry hold him.

Or when he amused us all with his Mr Humphries impression.

Or the delight he takes in bathing with his brother.

Or in his conquering of the mountain.

Or in his shift towards more stable kinds of leadership.

You have to forgive my waltzing down memory lane you see, because dear little Ezra™ is officially six months old today!

Comments

Irina said…
Your little son seems to be an amazingly good-humoured boy! I wish he saved this quality when he's a grown man :)
Priyanka Khot said…
Oh he is soooooooooooooooooooo adorable... really really nice photograph... he easily beats the Anne Geddes babies a run for their money...
Anonymous said…
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Jim Klenke said…
You survived 6 months! He is getting cuter.
Anonymous said…
Gosh. What a fascinating smile. It is a keeper for sure.

I have two new blogs to show you:

Dips Pen
Abraham Lincoln's Blog
Unknown said…
Congratulations! He is so cute! :-) Great collection of Ezra photos!
KL said…
Oh Man! He is soooooooooooooooooooo adddddddooooooorrrrrabbbbllllllllleeeeee..........can I steal him please? You can send this picture to any competition or any baby-pics competition and will be sure to win the first prize.
Anonymous said…
The little guy is so cute.
Sue said…
Six months already...how time flies!!
A big cuddle and sloppy kiss for the little bloke from all of us here in Melbourne. And one for you too, my darling boy!!!
EG CameraGirl said…
Oh my! How did Ezra grow up so fast" It can't really be six months...can it?
freefalling said…
Oh, that's just ridiculous!
How is possible to be so impossibly adorable?
freefalling said…
Oh yeah, and I still love his little basketball head.
(just like charlie brown's)
USelaine said…
That does it! More babies for you!
crittoria said…
Sooooo cute!!!!
Anonymous said…
That is the cutest picture!
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, so do I!

Priyanka, I do like this one myself...
Kris McCracken said…
Gil, you are a persistent one, I will grant you that! You need to give me a reason. Sell yourself a little more!

Jim, cuter by the second!
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, this one might even go on the wall at home...

JM, thanks!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I may well rent him out to advertisers...

Skin's Blog, too true!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I shall kiss myself for you.

Your EG Tour Guide, time flies when you lack sleep!
Kris McCracken said…
FF, his cuteness is a rare form of cruelty, that is true. The basketball head shows no sign of being anything less than cute.

Elaine, why risk having an ugly one? I say consolidate.
Kris McCracken said…
Crittoria, it is, isn’t it?

Jackie, I should sell it to a big name company!

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