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In many respects, Henry and Ezra have looked markedly different in each of their first year with us. Henry has always looked older than his age might suggest (the consequence of arrive a good three weeks late?), whereas Ez had more of the 'classic' baby features (basketball head anyone?).

Yet as Ez enters into his tenth (already?!?) month outside the womb, and as his cheeks are filling out nicely, he is starting to resemble one Henrysaurus Rex, in both looks and temperament!

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
he is drooling... what did you keep in front of him to take that click???

it goes without saying that I am a huge fan. :-)

P.S: I do my best to refrain from turning into a pseudo. Its not too difficult, I might add.
yamini said…
I second Priyanka's opinion.

We might soon start a Henry/Ezra Obsessed Club in India (though I would look for a more sophisticated name for the club) and then, you should not blame us because the photographs are simply smashing!!!!!

and I have begun to fall more and more in love with both of them.
Jim Klenke said…
Hes cute, was his next move to try to grab the camera lens?
Mo said…
Ha ha great expression
Kitty said…
ha, what a face? He is adorable.

Amazing how time flies.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, it was the lure of the camera alone. He is a future snapper!

By the way, surely knocking around with pseudos has the potential to turn you into a pseudo without even noticing?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, they are attractive little critters!
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, yes it was and yes he did!
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, the drool tops it off, I feel.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, it has flown by!
KL said…
Is this Henry or Ezra? Wow! this pic is showing us that the two brothers do indeed look very similar which is not all the time evident. Whoever it is - absolutely cuuuuuuuuuuteeeeeeeee.............
frances said…
Gee Ezra looks like his big brother now.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, this is drooly Ez, who looks like drooly Henry.
Kris McCracken said…
Frances, a bit.

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