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I wanted to post this photo of Ezra.

So I did.

Because I can.

Comments

Kitty said…
aw...what an expression!
I'm sure it's never a dull moment with these fellows
KL said…
It's absolutely great that you can because I love their pics. Incredibly cuuutttteeeeee..........
EG CameraGirl said…
You think you can because Ezra willed you to think you can. And you may think you have the power but Ezra knows the truth. ;-)

He sure looks like a smart kid!
USelaine said…
He doesn't look like a baby anymore. He's a man.
Sue said…
My goodness, Kris...he DOES look like you as a baby!!!
I hope he is as lovely natured as you were!!!
Z said…
You're the man!

Hee hee!
Kris McCracken said…
Crittoria, and he knows it.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, it can get pretty dull after a few hours of being screamed at.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I will have to post some unflattering ones.
Kris McCracken said…
EGTG, Ezra does have smarts.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, for some reason I have had some very masculine children.

They drip testosterone.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, he's even better.
Kris McCracken said…
Z, Ez is the man.

And so is Henry.

I am the manservant.
Ezra is Adorable, what a CUTIE!!! YAY! Makes me smile! :-D
chunky sweet baby...got to love em. i have one of my own. :) bet he is a good boy. you have empowered me to post more pics of my boy, because i can. :)
Anonymous said…
Yep, all boy there! What a cutie pie.
Kris McCracken said…
Sterl, go on, you won't regret it!
Kris McCracken said…
Joan, no-one has yet to mistake either of them for girls.
Unknown said…
Ezra is adorable!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Thiên, and well fed!

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