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Here is part two of my sop to the angry mob. This one, taken just this morning, is of my smiley baby boy, dear little Ezra™, who really is the sweetest little man on the planet. Guaranteed, if you (in this order and out loud)
  1. Tickle his hands;
  2. Tickle his tum;
  3. Tickle his knees;
  4. Tickle his feet;
  5. Tickle his toes;
  6. Tickle his chin;
  7. Tickle his cheek; and
  8. Tickle his nose,
He will give you the biggest smile this side of Buddha.

I'm addicted to Ezra.

Comments

USelaine said…
and the little embroidered smile!
Marie Reed said…
He has such a magical little smile:)
He is just wonderful and I always enjoy reading your comments and thoughts!
hi, thanks for your comments on my photo. what a gorgeous little fella. congratulations! niamh
Anonymous said…
ooh I do like his couture! I'd like to see more of that knitted top and the tshirt or whatever it is underneath.

that is a really good picture as well.
Anonymous said…
oh and I keep forgetting to ask- what is the consensus on who he resembles? Mostly I think he resembles dad but in that shot he looks like mum. poor ol dad, it's his turn now isn't it?
FRances said…
A beautiful picture of dear little ezra by gee he is growing and stiil looks like his dad.
FRances said…
I personally think that Ezra has a personality all his own. I can see both mother and father in him. Is this just a fantasy or a doting grandfather not wanting to offend anyone.
Henry also has his own personality, although I tend to lean toward the Fitzgerald side
Ezra I'm sure will, in time possibly take after one or the other.
If not, he is still impeccable.
Roddy.
Sue said…
I am just another besotted relative drooling over the pictures of the boys...I believe they truly resemble BOTH parents...depending on the angle of the shot and the lighting! A good looking couple whose combined gene pool manifested in these magnificent specimens of humanity.
I didn't realise it could be this easy to love two little boys so much without ever having met them....
Anonymous said…
gee you people are a bit over the top!
I'm addicted to him, too.
FRances said…
I have been looking at this picture of sweet little Ezra more closly and I can see atouch of uncle jas in him.
Dina said…
You KNOW I am addicted to him too; maybe that's why I try not to get an overdose.
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, he has lots of that stuff.

Blognote, I will have to take some more of him then!

Niamh, thank you!
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, his mother made that. A separate post is in the offing.

Frances, he is handsome, isn’t he?

Roddy, jeez, get yer hand off it!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, maybe you’d feel differently if you met them...

Hallam, agreed. Their father is far more attractive.

Boise Diva, it’s a hard habit to break.

Frances, that’s a cruel thing to say.

Dina, good old Ez!

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