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Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.


I can't decide. Is Ezra thinking about his upcoming date with renowned vixen Riya Sen? Is he thinking about a potential Mexican Pig Flu outbreak in Hobart? Is he thinking about the transitory nature of balloons?

Maybe he's just thinking about lunch.
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yamini said…
Okay, I have a confession to make.
My affection is beginning to tilt more towards Ez now, specially since the last few posts.

Please put up Henry in equal measure, lest he forgets me while deciding to go on that catamaran!!! Plz, plz, plz.....
1 May 2009 at 20:20
Roddy said…
Perhaps he is thinking,"what is that fool doing with that camera this time." No"! looks like I'm in the picture again.
1 May 2009 at 20:26
Daffodil Daze said…
he looks like he is in that place between consciousness and *clunk* zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Darlin' boy
1 May 2009 at 21:56
freefalling said…
The roundness of his little basketball head has slipped down to his cheeks now.
He's seriously cute.
Have you posted a photo of a close-up of him in his green hat(the one with ears)?
And.. I meant to say the other day, how fabulous I thought the hand-knitted rug was.
2 May 2009 at 05:59
Hallam said…
Wilson?
2 May 2009 at 07:55
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, poor old Henry. Two and a half and he's already losing his looks and being replaced by a younger model!

I rotate the two every day, with occasionally a shot of them together. This can be hard, as Henry is becoming more difficult to photograph.
2 May 2009 at 08:16
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he's thinking of the conclusion to his second novel.
2 May 2009 at 08:16
Kris McCracken said…
DD, it was just before his nap...
2 May 2009 at 08:17
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I am not a fan of that hat. It makes him look like an anti-globalisation protester, and I've known too many of them and haven't liked them.
2 May 2009 at 08:18
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, Brian or Dennis?
2 May 2009 at 08:19
DineometerDeb said…
I think he is meditating and is a future buddha.
2 May 2009 at 12:47
KL said…
Whenever people in any century or civlization, thought about angels or drew them, they must have had this image of Ez in their mind . How can anything be so innocent, angelic and beautiful!!!??? I guess it is all because of Jen's credit :-D.

Ok, you keep on posting all these images, but don't blame us if you see hordes of people from all over the world descending on your doorsteps for EZRA.
2 May 2009 at 12:48
Sue said…
Must be a familial thing but I thought the same thing as Roddy. Only substitute the "that fool" with "my dearest, senile father".
2 May 2009 at 12:55
Kris McCracken said…
DineometerDeb, who loves bananas…
2 May 2009 at 15:08
Kris McCracken said…
KL, then you’ll hear him shrieking…
2 May 2009 at 15:09
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, being nasty must run in the family… ;)
2 May 2009 at 15:09
yamini said…
May I suggest a short video of Henry, now that the lad is growing up fast, he needs to be taken out of photographs and into some more activity space :-))
3 May 2009 at 06:09
SH -ic said…
does he wear naps .. may be ..
3 May 2009 at 07:46
Priyanka Khot said…
So cuteeeeeeee

his cheeks are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Pull-able... (i am coining this phrase)

you need to come to India with these two... while jen n u hog on the Delhi food... I'll play to my heart's content with Ez and Henry.
3 May 2009 at 15:26
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Henry just won’t stand still. I got some good ones yesterday though.
4 May 2009 at 10:30
Kris McCracken said…
One*planetOne*karma, he generates a big pile of washing in the nappy department every day!
4 May 2009 at 10:30
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, they are very kissable. I can honestly say that I’ve never pinched or pulled them. I shall have to enter a contest to win a ticket to Delhi.
4 May 2009 at 10:30
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