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The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing.


Here is the little bloke threatening to crawl.

Jennifer has a very narrow definition of crawling, and reckons that he can't.

I am a more positive and creative chap, and am firmly of the opinion that Ezra has more than met the criteria of a crawl. Of a fashion.

Note: I have had word from the chief steward, and Ezra has weighed in this morning at a solid 10.12 kilograms. That's a fair chunk of beefcake!

Comments

Roddy said…
The look says;"If only all of my movements are coordinated then I just might be able to cross this room. I think I can! I think I can!
At this rate the child will be walking before I see him next. About another week.
Irina said…
Children's photos are always a safe choice but your kids are absolutely stunning! This angel-looking young man has deinitely made my day :)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he can cross the room in a blink of an eye rolling. Crawling is a little more difficult.
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, I've been lucky to have photogenic kids. I'd hate to think what I'd do if they were born fuglies...
yamini said…
Hi Dear Ez!!!! Yes, you can surely do it, come on, just be at it..,,
Priyanka Khot said…
Its been so long since you posted a video of Henry and Ezra... I want to see Ez crossing the room and Henry saying something clever... Pls oblige soon!

P.S: Love the pic
KL said…
Absolutely adorable. Look at him and you will have all your Zen moments.
blackie said…
Um...Phoebe weighs 10.2 kilos. I believe she is twice Ez'z age. Proof that I am not feeding her enough chips.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he’s been very naughty today.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I took a few videos just today. I’ll upload them at some point.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, when he’s quiet…
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, it is because he NEVER stops eating. He’s like a guinea pig. I firmly believe that he’d eat until he’d literally burst or drop dead (whichever comes first).

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