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Here's Ezra from a few weeks back. It's funny, but his recent conversion to walking has already seen him shed some weight from those cheeks...

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yamini said…
Ez is looking magnificiently CUTE in this one!!!! How does he manage to stay so cute?? we need to research that for some pathbreaking knowledge on cuteness. :-))

A hug for him and for Henry too!!!!!
Priyanka Khot said…
he is so gublu gublu... that is a Marathi phrase to describe really cute.. cuddly... babies!
Roddy said…
My little guitar legend.
Is he really walking unaided?
Sarah said…
Oh... cute Ez! He reminds me my blue eyed cousin!
You know that here in Iran we do not have much blue eyed! most of people are brown but my 2 years old cousin is blue eyed :)
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it is the cheeks...

Priyanka, "gublu gublu", I'll have to remember that!

Roddy, videos soon!

Sarah, I don't know where he got the blue eyes from. Not from my side anyway, we're all brown eyed...
Roddy said…
Kris, can hardly wait. End of September before I get to see them in person. Maybe early November. Home about the 28th. Sept.
Keep them Precious until then.
Sue said…
Kris, your cuz Cody has blue eyes!
Oh poor Roddy...so long away from his darling grandsons! At least you get to see them here...as I do! My favourite time of the day, checking to see if there are any photos of H and Ez...!!! I think they are both gublu gublu too.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, we'll be out...
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I have brown eyes, and that's all that counts!
SH -ic said…
oh Kris your words make me so laughing
Roddy said…
Don't turn your back. You won't see us coming.

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