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This photo was taken yesterday morning as Ezra was opening his presents up. A sullen Henry was not satisfied to be relegated to the role of spectator, and - for some reason unbeknownst to me - I have had my head cropped off by the missus. Ez is wearing his Sargent Pepper outfit made for him by his sole remaining great grandmother.

I have more photos, and hope to get them up tomorrow, work permitting!

Comments

Sue said…
Gee, Kris (& Jen)...your boys are just too gorgeous for words!
Hope dear little Ez enjoyed his special day (still can't believe it's been a whole year!!!) and I hope Henry had just as much fun too!
LOVE the jacket! I wonder if his great grandmother would make ME one too!!!
Looking forward to the rest of the pics!
Valerie said…
Oh what big eyes they have, wonderful. Lovely boys, can't speak for the one who lost his head ... smiles.
lemon said…
Ohhhhhh, if I were near, these tender chicks of Ezra would be in danger!!
Give them both (your boys) a kiss, from me!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, you may note the book Ez is pursuing here. It has proven quite a hit with BOTH of them.
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, I have been told that I have the eyes of a cow.

I have taken it as a complement.
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, people love squeezing his cheeks. I prefer kissing them.
yamini said…
Hello Birthday Boy!!!!!

I like the look that both Henry and Ezra are giving into the camera. Where are you Kris? ;-)

Hope Ez had a very special birthday and wish him many many many more such special days ahead in his life.
I can understand Henry's predicament at being relegated to being a spectator but never mind Henry, we'll make sure you celebrate your next birthday in India and have a blast too.

We are waiting for lots of photographs of the birthday proceedings.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I am right behind them, but Jen didn't see fit to include my head!
yamini said…
Why would Jen do that, I wonder?
:-P

By the way I forgot to mention, Ez's outfit is beautiful. It is a pleasure to have women in the family who are so good at knitting.

One of my aunt (my dad's elder sister) used to knit one cardigan/pullover for each of us children in the family every 2 or 3 years.

Have a nice day!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, my wife is a cruel and bitter woman.
yamini said…
What a lie!!!!!! :-)

She can be nothing else but a beautiful person to have given birth to such beautiful and charismatic boys.

It must be the camera's fault, I guess.
Valerie said…
A cow? Hmmm there must be a gag there ... somewhere
USelaine said…
Ezra is handling that toothbrush like a seasoned pro.
Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable for a one-year-old and can give hunks 30X his age a run for their money. Cheek pulls... so many of them for Ezra.

Henry does not look sullen to me. He is adorable.
Sue said…
I did notice the book...I am glad they liked it. And young Ez with his toothbrush. Good boy...making sure he cleans his teeth after all his birthday goodies!!! Gotta love a boy with good dental hygiene!!!
You have your mother's lovely big eyes.
I guess good knitters run in Jen's family. Tell her that your great aunty Shirley (on your paternal grandmother's side) was the most lovely knitter I have ever seen (except for Jen!). She would have loved Jen's handiwork!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, my camera doesn't do that sort of thing.
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, no gag, all true.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, it is his favourite toy at the moment.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he tells me that he's not sexy.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, we introduced the toothbrushes early, and it seems to have taken.

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