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Everybody knows how to raise children, except the people who have them.


Ez does his best Janet Leigh impression.

Question for you: colour or black and white?

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tony said…
Both Are Brilliant but Colour Is Best.Non?
Magpie said…
I agree...I like the color one best, but they're both amazing.
Hi! Chris,
Chris said,"Ez does his best Janet Leigh impression."
Omg!...LOL!!!!

..."Question for you: colour or black and white?"

Chris, I too prefer the colour photograph because it looks as if Ezra, is in a Ivory soap commercial.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
The Quote: You and your wife Jen, seems to be doing a good job of raising your children. I don't have children yet, but they seems to be well-mannered and behave fairly, well when they are around me. Therefore, I have to agree with the quote...Hmmm...maybe?!?

DeeDee ;-D
Zephyr said…
Ezra is adorable as always.I agree with the quote and in my experience of raising two children I would say "Everybody knows how to raise other people's children except their own."
Aruna
Baino said…
Haha these are awesome. Every picture and all that. You're kids are going to love you or hate you when they're in their 20's! Colour, definitely the colour but the expression rather than the hue!
Roddy said…
Either or both. The black and white with a more refined pose as to the colour with the startled look.
A fish in water!
Priyanka Khot said…
He is looking very cute in Black n white... :)

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