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I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink. I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink.


I didn't get more than half hour straight sleep last night, so forgive the lack of narrative. I'll let the pictures do the talking instead.

Look at this face. It is the face on an angel.

How could an angel sound like the devil ALL NIGHT LONG is what I want to know.

I shall endevour to post more throughout the day, or at least I shall order the robot to do it.
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Anonymous said…
He's certainly fleshed out a bit. Can we get an update on weight when you have one. I thought he looked like Henry, but now I'm not so sure.
12 August 2008 at 11:28
freefalling said…
I see a quiet, steely determination in that face (could be the clenched fist, too).
12 August 2008 at 15:29
Anonymous said…
Look at that little fist. So adorable.
13 August 2008 at 11:10
Kris McCracken said…
There is still a bit of Henry there, I reckon.
14 August 2008 at 13:51
Neva said…
so sweet! Love the fist....you all are in for quite the ride with this young man!
15 August 2008 at 10:13
FRances said…
Ezra just looks like you as a baby maybe a little bit of jason in him to.
19 August 2008 at 11:52
Kris McCracken said…
He has a nick over the eye now where Henry whacked him one. He looks a right little bruiser.
19 August 2008 at 20:48
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