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In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. But, in practice, there is.


"Must... lift...

computer..."
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Priyanka Khot said…
Oh My God! He is putting so much effort that his toes have curled. Look at the determination... I am impressed he is a big boy now.

Interestingly captured moment. Hope you are feeling refreshed now.
23 July 2009 at 21:37
Movie Reviews said…
hhahah cute baby..
can't imagine he can carry that..
heavy laptop/

anyway,, can we exchange links with my blogs?
Shadows of Me
Movie Reviews
23 July 2009 at 23:51
Valerie said…
Wow, what strength. I hope he didn't drop the computer.
24 July 2009 at 01:41
lemon said…
Hahahahaha, I would give you the bes prize for this photo!!
"Born to be a blogger", hahahahahahaha
24 July 2009 at 01:53
KL said…
Such a funny face :-D. Adorable! I hope you are feeling much better now. I am enjoying all the great photos and your writings in all the past blog-posts which I missed because of all these travelling.
24 July 2009 at 05:56
Roddy said…
I know that you said Ezra was practicing for the 2010 Olympics. Looking at the child he is bulking up for the weight lifting. You want to be careful as I believe he is over doing the upper body. Get him to work on the lower body and he can finish up well proportioned.
24 July 2009 at 20:23
Z said…
Aw, are you working the child too much?
24 July 2009 at 21:31
Roddy said…
Is this Henry's computer, and if so how did Ezra get it away from the big boy. I like his attempt at keeping it away from Henry.
25 July 2009 at 19:21
Kris McCracken said…
It's a Mac, the world can cope.
27 July 2009 at 09:16
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