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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.


Sometimes nibbling on some keys is all one needs to do. Here are two of my top three having a lay down while I do my thing with the camera.

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Sarah Lulu said…
I so totally agree!!!!!!!!!!!
KL said…
Isn't this a lovely picture - two beautiful people....:-)....very nice.
lettuce said…
sometimes its the little things...

would be good, actually, if that was more often true
Hi! Kris,
Nice "shot" of Mom and baby Ezra,
Where is Henry?

Take care!
Deedee ;-D
freefalling said…
Look at his little round tummy.
(hmmmm...I see a theme developing here).
Baino said…
I hadn't realised just how much your kids look like their mum!
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, don’t crack a filling!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, at least one of them is smiling.
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, it is true if you believe it!
Kris McCracken said…
Deedee, Henry was asleep when I got this one. We were trying to be quiet for his sake.
Kris McCracken said…
Freefalling, he has lovely round thighs too.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, Henry is her doppelgänger. Ez is a little more me, but there’s also plenty of Jen there too.
yamini said…
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!! Jen is looking naturally beautiful, which she always does (do tell her this..) and what to say of Ez. He takes my breath away every time I look at his perfectly-round face and those big, big, big eyes..... thanks to your skills with the camera, of course.
vipin said…
Nice one. !! Post too.
Priyanka Khot said…
cheek pulls, cheek pulls cheek pulls cheek pulls cheek pulls cheek pulls cheek pulls cheek pulls

how do you manage to get any work done... with this sweetie pie around!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Jen lurks around these parts and reads all the comments. She's very sly like that...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he wouldn't have any cheeks left at that rate!
frances said…
Kris great photo of Ezra he looks really happy is this one and he loves chewing on the keys. Great one of jen.
Kris McCracken said…
Frances, he loves it!

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