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I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.


It doesn’t matter how cold the water is, Henry remains am incredibly handsome chap!
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Nathalie said…
I couldn't agree more with your last statement - handsome chap indeed!
2 February 2011 at 20:31
Robin said…
He most certainly is. What a cutie. Must be the breastfeeding ;).

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2 February 2011 at 20:55
EG CameraGirl said…
He is indeed very handsome, Kris!
3 February 2011 at 01:09
Anonymous said…
Kids are cute. We had five cute ones. Now they are in the middle 50s, late 40s and late 30s.
3 February 2011 at 02:14
Sharon said…
Kris, thanks for the comment on my site. The bird is a curved billed thrasher. There are many of them living in Arizona desert.

And, might add what a hansome fellow this is!
3 February 2011 at 03:23
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
He certainly is! I love seeing pictures of him! :-D
3 February 2011 at 05:11
Roddy said…
It's in the genes!
3 February 2011 at 09:44
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, I shall pass it on.

Robin, I’m certain that it contributes!

magiceye, hurrah!

foto-sh, Oui!

EG Wow, just like his father…

Abraham Lincoln, are they as cute as when they were little?

Sharon, as handsome as a curved billed thrasher!

Mary, there are no shortages of them.

Roddy, he rarely wears jeans.
3 February 2011 at 13:37
Roddy said…
Neat, casual. It never fails to impress.
3 February 2011 at 21:04
crittoria said…
Most definitely!
5 February 2011 at 02:46
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I prefer disordered casual.


Crittoria, hoorah!
7 February 2011 at 09:37
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