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Here is another one of a smiling Ezra, I am aware of how popular that seems to be.

No time to talk, as I am busy preparing a top secret and extremely important document!
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tony said…
EZRA is a Cute Geezer!
4 June 2009 at 21:14
yamini said…
Awwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! He is incredibly adorable and sweet as an apple pie.
And his smile, of course, is mind-blowing.
Thanks Kris for posting this one.
It made my day.
4 June 2009 at 21:32
Roddy said…
Where did all those teeth come from. I thought there was only two the last time I saw the child, maybe four.
All I need now is for him to be up and running.
I'm really going to have my hands full with him and Henry.
Really looking forward to it.
4 June 2009 at 22:20
Roddy said…
Hey Kris, keep up the pictures as they really make my day. Almost as if I am at home.
Kiss both kids for me will you.
4 June 2009 at 22:23
Sue said…
Dear little Ezra. So beautiful. Like the colours of the picture before...he takes my breath away!
5 June 2009 at 00:46
Babzy.B said…
great smile indeed !
5 June 2009 at 02:50
lemon said…
His smile makes my day!!
5 June 2009 at 06:22
Priyanka Khot said…
Wow! with those teeth I am sure he has been on a biting spree. What have been the casualties so far?

That smile is a killer. He is 100, 1000, 10,000, million, billion times better than those J&J babies (I found them adorable before having a look at Henry or following Ez since birth)

You are one lucky man to have such cute babies and the babies are lucky to have you...

but i guess i am the luckiest to enjoy all the special moments, smiles, laughter without having to deal with the crying, sleepless nights etc.

aren't u envious? and aren't I a peach to point that out... hahah (a smug smile on my face)
5 June 2009 at 18:43
Carola said…
Oh, what a nice pic from Ezra. It looks like if he has grown very much in the last weeks.
I was not able to follow your blog for around three weeks. In China blogger (and you tube) were BLOCKED. Now in Kanada we enjoy the freedom.
Good luck for your projects Kris.
6 June 2009 at 03:05
ratatouille's archives said…
"Here is another one of a smiling Ezra, I am aware of how popular that seems to be."

Kris, I agree, with you,"cute little tyke!"...like a previous commenter said, Ezra,
look like he has 6 additional teeth!...Hi! Henry amd Mum!(Jenny)

"No time to talk, as I am busy preparing a top secret and extremely important document!"
Wait! Kris, Don't tell me the top se...Wow!..LOL!

DeeDee ;-D
6 June 2009 at 16:11
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, he's an Adonis.
7 June 2009 at 20:59
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I like this one too.
7 June 2009 at 21:00
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he is a vampire.
7 June 2009 at 21:00
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I will try.
7 June 2009 at 21:01
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I like colours!
7 June 2009 at 21:01
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, hello Idaho!
7 June 2009 at 21:02
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, he's a natural!
7 June 2009 at 21:03
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, it is uplifting.
7 June 2009 at 21:03
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I should rent them out and retire!
7 June 2009 at 21:04
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, silly Chinese government. Imagine missing out on Henry and Ezra!
7 June 2009 at 21:06
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I won't tell Jen that you called her Jenny!
7 June 2009 at 21:06
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