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Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.


KL asked after the previous post for a comparative image of Henry at the age Ezra is currently at. Ever the accommodating fellow, I've excavated the archives and located one which should give you some kind of idea about the massive animé eyes that both of my sons have been blessed with. I can see these dudes batting their impressive eyelashes at the ladies for years to come.
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Colette Amelia said…
the eyes have it! and what a head of hair I bet poor momma suffered with heart burn!
22 February 2009 at 01:45
KL said…
I wrote a big one, and that comment got deleted...grrr...ok, so here it goes again but another one:

Both of them are adorable, but seems like Ezra is more jovial and Henry was a bit serious when he was at Ezra's age. Even now Henry looks very philosophical and dushtu-bichu (well, these are some words from my language - Bengali - and I used them because I don't know what the equivalent english words are. Rough translations are some naughty child who alwasys think of some naughty clever ideas and thus drives parents and everyone around crazy. But the words are used in good sense, in adulation, loving sense).

Waiting to see how Ezra will become in two years time :-D...
22 February 2009 at 07:58
Anonymous said…
Oh those eyes! I'm checking old photos and my 'little' brother - meanwhile almost 50 - has such big astonished eyes as a baby, too. It's something wonderful about those clear children's eyes. The world seems so innocent ...
22 February 2009 at 08:27
Tash said…
Look at that little bloke, isn't he so cute! (it needed to be said again!)
You had me stumped at first, cuz I thought those eyes looked familiar.
22 February 2009 at 19:12
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, Henry did indeed come out with a full head of hair. I don’t think Jen had any of that, we did have headaches as soon as we heard Henry yelling though...
23 February 2009 at 10:02
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Ez is very much more laid back. Henry needed (needs) a little more attention than his brother, so it is a good thing that Ezra hasn’t turned out as demanding. I’m hoping that his attitude sticks!
23 February 2009 at 10:03
Kris McCracken said…
April, I’m sure that somehow the eyes have evolved so we can forgive the wailing that they do...
23 February 2009 at 10:03
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, they’re both good looking lads. I hope that they grow into handsome young men, and then I can charge huge dowries!
23 February 2009 at 10:03
J.C. said…
You bet! Those eyes will certainly captivate many ladies!!! They don't need to wait till they get older. Even now, they are working charmingly!

Wow, I just can't resist loving those eyes!! They befit the phrase 'eyes are the windows to the soul'! Lucky you to be able to enjoy looking at those big, round eyes!!
23 February 2009 at 14:38
Kris McCracken said…
J.C., they are especially nice when they're not full of tears...
23 February 2009 at 14:41
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