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Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.


Here is a photo from a few months back of Jen attempting to hypnotise Ezra. I've had to dip into the unpublished stock again, because I fear that the recent crop of photos feature cranky, tired and snot-covered dirt magnets, which is not at all the image the world wants or needs to see of Tasmania.

Thus, until they sharpen up their acts, you'll have to put up with this lot where theu are adorable, photogenic and/or smiling for the camera!
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Roddy said…
Geez, wasn't he small. Not to mention very good looking.
Eye contact or at least a swinging watch. Isn't that how you hypnotise?
7 July 2009 at 20:17
yamini said…
Hey, that's cheating!!!!

We want to see Henry and Ezra just the way they are, plzzzzzzz

Dirt magnets or not, they have become the apples of our eyes and we wouldn't want to miss any aspect of their growing years. So, dnt worry about the picture quality as long as it has Henry, Ez or both in it. :-))
7 July 2009 at 20:17
Liza B. Gonzalez said…
they don't have to be perfect. Btw, Tag you're it. I left a little something for you. Come out and check it out.
7 July 2009 at 22:29
Chris Wolf said…
there was a program on TV last night featuring Tasmania, and the "devils" and extinct Tasmanian Tigers. Now they are considering whether they are truly extinct or hiding in the depths of the rainforests. Any opinions or sightings?
8 July 2009 at 07:52
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Kris said,"Here is a photo from a few months back of Jen attempting to hypnotise Ezra..."

Omg! LOL!
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
8 July 2009 at 09:56
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he is very handsome.
8 July 2009 at 11:49
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, no, I was being honest.
8 July 2009 at 11:49
Kris McCracken said…
Liza, I am heading your way now.
8 July 2009 at 11:49
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, they are dead as dodos, unfortunately. Given the effort spent to find one over the past 80 years, we'd have one by now.

It's sad that it took killing them all for people to realise that they actually nifty creatures.
8 July 2009 at 11:51
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, hypnosis is fun!
8 July 2009 at 11:51
Priyanka Khot said…
he is so cute and looks so tiny in Jen's arms.

as long as there are pics... present or past... i am not complaining. :-)
8 July 2009 at 15:56
Kitty said…
You guys are so brave to have kids. Geez.

I've been wondering about children. I'm not sure I'm up to it.
8 July 2009 at 21:51
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I've got a few new ones, and plan some more for the weekend.
10 July 2009 at 12:43
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, you never know until you try. It's hard work.
10 July 2009 at 12:44
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