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I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer.


Personally, I think that the drool in this photo carries a certain je ne sais quoi. Sure, on the missus after a big night out, it's not a great look, but a ten month old gets a degree of grace in this regard. I took this one with Ez sitting on our front lawn as we gave Henry a bit of space on Saturday.

Pros and Cons of Toddlers Part Five

Pro #5: They're LOVING. Henry tells me at least ten times a day that he loves me. Sure, it's often followed by requests for lolly snakes, but I think that he means it.

Con #4: They're ROUGH. Henry has been known to fatten my lip, graze my brow, bruise both shins, dislocate my pinkie finger and rupture my left kidney, all at the same time. And that is just goodnight kisses!

Comments

Roddy said…
I don't think your baby is a baby any longer. This child is now early stage toddler! How your babies are growing. I trust that I still recognise them when next we meet. Ha ha, that is a grandpa joke. I am certainly looking forward to spending time with them as soon as I get home.
Kavita Saharia said…
in my part of India they say drooling and baby hiccups are good signs.......it means the baby is growing and is in good health..no scientific explanation but i too believe in it.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he'll ALWAYS be my baby.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, if dribbling is a good sign, Ez is the healthiest baby in the world!
Dina said…
Great catch. This might be the first photo of a little one drooling that I've ever seen.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, people avoid the drool. I say EMBRACE the drool. Ezra is all about the drool at the moment.
yamini said…
Ezra is drool-worthy, no doubt about it. And the colour of his eyes, now that I see it clearly in this sunlit photograph, is simply beautiful!!!!!

Love to him...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is a hunk, of that there is no doubt!
Tash said…
lovely mug shot & another one that will diminish your authority over the teenage Ez :)
but he is soooo cute - with or without the drool
yamini said…
I second that!!!

But dnt forget, Henry has months of experience to count on, so there is going to be serious competition between the two hunks at your house.

My vote will be split between the two. :-))
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, Ez respects me, and he always will! I'll make him...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, TWO hunks?!?!

You're short one hunk!
yamini said…
You took more than 12 hours to respond on that!?!?!?!

I expected a faster reaction!!!!

You are right, though. The count is 3. No doubt about it. :-))
Anonymous said…
This photo is priceless! Just too cute. He should be the Gerber baby on all the baby products in the USA. :)
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I am old. Forgive me...
Kris McCracken said…
Denise, feel free to send his photo to any big companies! Our rates are reasonable...

;)
yamini said…
Nevertheless, you are a hunk still!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, well, I cannot deny that reality...
yamini said…
Your humility is really touching!!!!
I hope Henry and Ezra take that lesson from you!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, my only real floor is that I am too humble...
yamini said…
Ever asked Jen's opinion on that?? I am sure she knows the truth...
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Jen is very cruel.

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