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Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that's always been my motto.


This one is just a few days old. Only managed to get on to look at the camera, however.

Guess who got the sultanas...
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Roddy said…
Would it be the one with the empty container at his knee?
These kids are getting more photogenic by the hour.
27 June 2009 at 22:07
Sue said…
Methinks there was something much more interesting happening over to the left.....
27 June 2009 at 22:12
Kavita Saharia said…
EZ looks so cute but my dear Henry...is he getting too much fond of TV....
28 June 2009 at 00:28
tony said…
What A Brilliant Warm Grin!
Wishing You & Yours A Fine Sunny Weekend.
Regards
tony.
28 June 2009 at 04:39
Jackie said…
Ez has the look of a man with sultanas in his sight. I'd recognise that look anywhere.
28 June 2009 at 05:32
KL said…
Another pricelessly cute (my own invention of English) picture of Ezra. Of course, each one got a Sultana.
28 June 2009 at 07:57
Roddy said…
I do believe the teeth make the smile.
Those boys of yours are better looking every time I see them. And I only look at your blog about four times a day, sometimes more.
28 June 2009 at 17:47
yamini said…
I Looooove Henry's mop of hair and by the look of it, even Ez seems to be growing a similar one.
Whatever you do, plz, plz, plz keep their hair the same way, until they themselves decide to change it.
29 June 2009 at 19:36
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, everything in moderation...
3 July 2009 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, he does have quite a smile!
3 July 2009 at 11:17
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, it is akin to lust!
3 July 2009 at 11:18
Kris McCracken said…
KL, there are sultanas everywhere, some days...
3 July 2009 at 11:18
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you need help.
3 July 2009 at 11:19
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Henry is in dire need of a trim. He is bumping into things.
3 July 2009 at 11:19
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