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There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.


I think that the central reason that both of my boys love the beach so much is that deep within - underneath the manners, dictatorial tendencies and transcendental philosophy - lurks the spirit of a pirate.

Check out that grin. You'd have thought that he'd just scored an extra ration of rum!

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USelaine said…
A fine shot of Jen as well. Methinks Ez has something of the look of Dad, and Henry more of the look of Mom.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, that concurs with my observation, although Henry is picking up some handsome features that I assume come from me...
yamini said…
Ez sure looks gigglingly happy, nice shot of Jen too. the beach, the sky, the weather, all come together to make a perfect combination...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it should come as little surprise that the beach is one of my favourite places to take photos.
yamini said…
I am sure it must be and no, I was not surprised to know that :)
Babzy.B said…
he 's happy for sure ! what a smile !
Priyanka Khot said…
Ez looks so happy... if i was not as good as I am (a lil narcissistic streak never did any harm), I would have envied that smiling baby for the fun he is having on the beach while i slog in office.

but glad at least someone has a beach in their city to go to.

Happy beach-ing! from a scorching Delhi.
I see that Ezra has already at least 6 teeth. How many months has Ezra old? My son is now 16 months old and last week he left his seventh tooth, and now he is leaving the eighth tooth. My wife and I took 2 weeks sleeping little.
Babies could be born with teeth all at once ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, you know me too well.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, he slept through the night again, so we're all happy!
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, you can envy babies. I do, laying around at home all day long...
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, Ez is now about eight and a half months. He's had six teeth since about seven months.

Henry got them even more quickly!
KL said…
Lovely shot of Ezra. Wow! he looks so blissful and happy all the time :-), a little Prince Buddha. Nice pic.
Anonymous said…
That is a gorgeous picture of them both. You're right, you can just imagine him going "Arrrrrrr!" in that shot!
SH -ic said…
smile .. by these words .. i still love the ocean
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he is lovely.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, he does go "ARGHHH" when he's hungry.
Kris McCracken said…
Picture to words, the ocean is beautiful.

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