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Here's Henry some time back, when his hair was more manageable and I didn't need a shutter speed of 1/500 second to get him.

We're gearing up here in anticipation for Ezra's first birthday tomorrow. Word on the street that it is going to be bigger than Ben Hur, the Bicentenary, and the opening of the first McDonalds in Burnie back in 1992.

If you were around Burnie in 1992, you will realise just how big that is.

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Tania said…
Evie and Will (as well as Ady and I) send a big Happy Birthday to "Ezawa". Hope he has a lovely day!
Can't believe he's one! Must mean Will's first birthday is in 7 weeks or something?
Gah!
Valerie said…
That's a wonderful head of hair on your eldest.
Happy birthday to the little one. Have a great party.
Kavita Saharia said…
KRIS.....i am wishing CUTE EZRA in advance....A very very happy birthday...may god bless you and always be with you...TUMHARA JEEWAN PHULON KEE TARAH MEHEKTA RAHE,ISHWER TUMHE LAMBI UMAR,SU SWASTHA AUR SU SANSKAR DE...
lots of kisses and hugs from me to both the brothers...and KRIS i think you are the best dad ever...congrats to mom JEN for bringing such cute wonders to this world...may god bless your family.....my regards always....Kavita
Anonymous said…
I wasn't around Burnie in 92 but I believe you
Priyanka Khot said…
Henry is looking dashing!

A very happy birthday to Ezra. It has been fun seening you grow from a foetus to a one year old boy! Hope you have appreciated all the love that I have sent you over the months. There is more to come if you promise to continue to be this charming and cute.

Loads of love and hugs and cheek pulls and kisses from New Delhi!
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, he's turning Japanese!
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, it is madness now.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, I shall pass your kind wishes on!
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadinaadjacent, it was big.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, now we want some of that cake!
Tania said…
I really think so!

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