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We must be very careful when we give advice to younger people: sometimes they follow it!


Some people say that it's the dimples that make the smile. Personally, I reckon that it's the eyes.

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Priyanka Khot said…
I agree... i love the fact that his laughter reaches his eyes.

He is adorable...

How is Henry? He must be excited with his birthday a few days from now.
Roddy said…
Yes! But don't forget the teeth. The teeth maketh the smile.
yamini said…
Lovely photograph of Ez. His smile is charming and yes, it spreads upto his eyes, I agree. The dimples are the real WMDs (in this case hearts of all the ladies who take a look at him :-))
Rinkly Rimes said…
What a gorgeously happy little boy! Someone must be doing something right!
Sue said…
Personally...I think it is the basketball head that makes it for me! I am looking forward to seeing him grow into it over the coming years. (I hope you aren't offended by that comment? It is made with great love and adoration and the fact that Ez is the most adorable child ever!)
Kavita Saharia said…
Looks like he is free of diaper..free and glad.CUTE EZRA.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Henry won't shut up about it.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you don't have teeth.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is quite kissable.
Kris McCracken said…
Rinkly, he has been cranky this morning.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he is growing in to his head now.
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, he's not toilet trained yet!
Jerez Sherry said…
Whoa. Cute fella. Nice blog you've got here. I agree about garden and library. Thanks for stopping by Mukilteo's Daily View. Nice to meet you and enjoyed your book list btw!!
kylie said…
it's the the dimples
Kris McCracken said…
Sherry, he's less cute when he's grizzling....
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, he even has them on his bum!
Roddy said…
I do my son, I do. And I can take them out and show you.

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