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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!
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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.
7 April 2009 at 20:52
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 :)
7 April 2009 at 21:10
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he can cross the room in a blink of an eye rolling. Crawling is a little more difficult.
8 April 2009 at 09:09
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...
8 April 2009 at 09:09
yamini said…
Hi Dear Ez!!!! Yes, you can surely do it, come on, just be at it..,,
8 April 2009 at 15:39
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
8 April 2009 at 15:53
KL said…
Absolutely adorable. Look at him and you will have all your Zen moments.
8 April 2009 at 20:44
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.
9 April 2009 at 22:00
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he’s been very naughty today.
10 April 2009 at 17:25
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I took a few videos just today. I’ll upload them at some point.
10 April 2009 at 17:25
Kris McCracken said…
KL, when he’s quiet…
10 April 2009 at 17:26
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).
10 April 2009 at 17:26
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