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What hath night to do with sleep?


To celebrate the disbursement of my stimulus package on a combination of new glasses and a pile of contact lenses to last me into the next millennium, I present to the good folk of the world a photograph of sweet little Ezra doing his impression of an infantryman deep into training (sans barbed wire).

Although he remains essentially pre-verbal, I have very little doubt that this fellow will evolve into the epitome of a blandiloquent bachelor, with a lady on each arm and a spring in every step!



[Note, I'm trying out a new feature in this post, consider it a 'hidden' word of the day for people to steal and pass of as an example of their own imposing vocabulary. I bet you can't guess today's!]
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Roddy said…
When is Ezra moving to Ireland to become a blarney speaking bachelor?
Sleep hath nothing to do with night. It comes when you are tired.
19 May 2009 at 21:46
Anonymous said…
I like the title. Brings back memories.

Gobsmacked
19 May 2009 at 23:34
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, there is no lying, just smooth talking.
20 May 2009 at 08:31
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, good ones, I hope!
20 May 2009 at 08:31
Roddy said…
Like a smooth Irish whiskey. Anyway, who said anything about lying. Just a look and Ezra should be able to talk his way into or out of any situation.
20 May 2009 at 12:50
Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable... With such HANDSOME and RUGGED looks, I am pretty sure he would not have to fall back on words to get his way.
20 May 2009 at 15:21
Tash said…
Ezra is a star! (fancy lighting on the pic - fabulous) - he doesn't look tired to me.
What's 'disbursement'?
20 May 2009 at 16:57
 gmirage said…
Hey how've you been? How are the boys too? Well, its a good training for the little boy...and hopefully I'd see a photo of him years from now but please, a Lady is enough :)
20 May 2009 at 17:00
yamini said…
Lovely picture and I support Priyanka's opinion. Though, we all are waitng for the day when Ez actually puts his eloquence to use.

Touchwood!!
20 May 2009 at 17:45
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
Kris said,"I'm trying out a new feature in this post, consider it a 'hidden' word of the day for people to steal and pass of as an example of their own imposing vocabulary. I bet you can't guess today's!"Let me just take a "stab" at the word for today and say...hmmm.."blandiloquent"Which means: "smooth-talking.Thank-you! for your assistance...
"Google" and
Goodnight! Ezra and Hi!Henry!

DeeDee ;-D
20 May 2009 at 18:38
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they should have eaten all the Irish back in the famine days...
21 May 2009 at 11:07
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is such a hunk, of that there is no doubt at all!
21 May 2009 at 11:07
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I did take advantage of some nice afternoon sunlight that day. Henry was still asleep, and Jen was out gallivanting so Ez and I had a photo shoot!

Disbursement is just a fancy way of saying “to pay out money”.
21 May 2009 at 11:07
Kris McCracken said…
Mirage2g, keep an eye on the blog and I’ll keep posting the pics!
21 May 2009 at 11:25
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is already starting to vocalise a bit.
21 May 2009 at 11:26
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, it’s a beautiful word!
21 May 2009 at 11:26
Roddy said…
Pity they only had scabby potatoes. Where would we be without the Irish.I do believe our heritage is there somewhere.
21 May 2009 at 20:50
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, stinking Irish!
23 May 2009 at 09:33
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