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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.


Here are my three little angels hard at it. They're good 'uns, that's for sure.
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Candie said…
They are really nice your angels!Take good care of them!
28 April 2009 at 19:06
Priyanka Khot said…
Aweeeeeeeeeee....

They are so cute...

fit yourself between the three sometime... so that we can see My favourite four people from Tasmania :)
28 April 2009 at 21:29
Roddy said…
Looks like the boys have Jen on the run.
28 April 2009 at 21:47
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, I'll try!
29 April 2009 at 14:48
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Henry is the one that is hard to get to stay still long enough for the timer to have a use!
29 April 2009 at 14:59
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, off her feet!
29 April 2009 at 15:00
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, I drug them to keep them that way.
29 April 2009 at 15:01
yamini said…
Lovely photograph.
But just as priyanka said, we would like to see the four of you together sometime.

Ez looks so nice, specially with his two tiny hands rested on his knees, cute!!!!!

Henry must be thinking of darting out of the window, i am sure...
29 April 2009 at 17:20
KL said…
Awww..........that Ez is such an angel..all the time laughing. Really three beautiful people.

Ahem..ahem..no idea about the fourth one though he all the time tries to claim that he is also very beautiful with big eyes like cows...lol...
29 April 2009 at 20:54
Bleu Mariane said…
You have a really lovely family.
1 May 2009 at 12:37
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I can't!
2 May 2009 at 08:57
Kris McCracken said…
KL, big brown eyes like a cow, legs like an athlete, broad shoulders and olive skin...

It's a travesty that I haven't won one of these SEXY BLOGGER awards yet!
2 May 2009 at 09:00
Kris McCracken said…
Mariane, you should see us all yelling at each other!
2 May 2009 at 09:01
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