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To think that in a moment all will be said, all to do again.


A strategically-placed thigh preserves his modesty, but there can be no denying that dear little Ezra is absolutely 100% beefcake.
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yamini said…
To whom do we owe this pleasant surprise Kris?

Ezra is almost blushing, :-)
31 August 2009 at 20:16
Roddy said…
This young man certainly has a future as a model for any and all order of paraphernalia. I will certainly be waiting to see which form of media picks this child up for their promos. Perhaps all mediums.
31 August 2009 at 20:48
Baino said…
Aww you know I'm not a fan of babies but . . you do them justice.
31 August 2009 at 22:48
Priyanka Khot said…
what a treat! Thanks Kris...
1 September 2009 at 03:48
lemon said…
Never seen him so happy and relaxed as in this photo!
I think that every moment he spends away from his mam, he thinks it wasted!!

(I wish I could be near and give him a big hug!!! You do it for me, please!)
1 September 2009 at 05:26
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,Mum,and Henry,
What a "lovely" photograph of Ezra...au naturel?!?
I'am not sure if Ezra, would agree, but thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
1 September 2009 at 10:24
Anonymous said…
Agreed!
1 September 2009 at 13:38
Kitty said…
haha, I noticed that too, that he wasn't completely exposed.

He has such a cute little grin.
1 September 2009 at 13:51
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