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These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do...

Ezra has been walking (or thereabouts), for about a week now. I finally got around to videoing him and uploading the bugger.

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Hallam said…
Congratulations Ezra.
22 August 2009 at 18:17
Roddy said…
You Tube doesn't want to play the game. I will have to watch later, once the connection is more stable. Looks like I am going to be running left and right not knowing which child I am after. What fun is in store. I'm sure the terrible two will have a ball too. Looking forward to the chase.
22 August 2009 at 18:27
lettuce said…
:-D

big grin on my face
22 August 2009 at 18:33
Sarah said…
Congratulation!
22 August 2009 at 18:56
Valerie said…
Baby stages on record... wonderful stuff. Ezra's on a roll now.
22 August 2009 at 19:07
Roddy said…
Another Usain Bolt in the making. We shall have to work on the stumble though. Could have been another record if not for that.
This child continues to amaze.
Another couple of weeks and we will be able to line the two impending champions up against each other.
Henry gets a handicap though.
22 August 2009 at 20:16
Kris McCracken said…
To all, he can run now!
24 August 2009 at 09:40
yamini said…
Yippppeeeee!!! we finally get to hear to Ezra as well. He walks the walk, for sure and the "O..oooos" in the end are a bonus for his fans across the world.

Thanks Kris for the video.
24 August 2009 at 14:49
Kris McCracken said…
He says "uh oh" now all the time.
24 August 2009 at 14:49
Roddy said…
Running before walking, vernacular as well. Perhaps we can have a conversation as we run helter- skelter all over the state.
Our babies are growing too fast Kris.
Somehow I don't think I have to tell you.
24 August 2009 at 19:16
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