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What hath night to do with sleep?


To celebrate the disbursement of my stimulus package on a combination of new glasses and a pile of contact lenses to last me into the next millennium, I present to the good folk of the world a photograph of sweet little Ezra doing his impression of an infantryman deep into training (sans barbed wire).

Although he remains essentially pre-verbal, I have very little doubt that this fellow will evolve into the epitome of a blandiloquent bachelor, with a lady on each arm and a spring in every step!



[Note, I'm trying out a new feature in this post, consider it a 'hidden' word of the day for people to steal and pass of as an example of their own imposing vocabulary. I bet you can't guess today's!]

Comments

Roddy said…
When is Ezra moving to Ireland to become a blarney speaking bachelor?
Sleep hath nothing to do with night. It comes when you are tired.
Anonymous said…
I like the title. Brings back memories.

Gobsmacked
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, there is no lying, just smooth talking.
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, good ones, I hope!
Roddy said…
Like a smooth Irish whiskey. Anyway, who said anything about lying. Just a look and Ezra should be able to talk his way into or out of any situation.
Priyanka Khot said…
He is adorable... With such HANDSOME and RUGGED looks, I am pretty sure he would not have to fall back on words to get his way.
Tash said…
Ezra is a star! (fancy lighting on the pic - fabulous) - he doesn't look tired to me.
What's 'disbursement'?
 gmirage said…
Hey how've you been? How are the boys too? Well, its a good training for the little boy...and hopefully I'd see a photo of him years from now but please, a Lady is enough :)
yamini said…
Lovely picture and I support Priyanka's opinion. Though, we all are waitng for the day when Ez actually puts his eloquence to use.

Touchwood!!
Hi! Kris,
Kris said,"I'm trying out a new feature in this post, consider it a 'hidden' word of the day for people to steal and pass of as an example of their own imposing vocabulary. I bet you can't guess today's!"Let me just take a "stab" at the word for today and say...hmmm.."blandiloquent"Which means: "smooth-talking.Thank-you! for your assistance...
"Google" and
Goodnight! Ezra and Hi!Henry!

DeeDee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they should have eaten all the Irish back in the famine days...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, he is such a hunk, of that there is no doubt at all!
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, I did take advantage of some nice afternoon sunlight that day. Henry was still asleep, and Jen was out gallivanting so Ez and I had a photo shoot!

Disbursement is just a fancy way of saying “to pay out money”.
Kris McCracken said…
Mirage2g, keep an eye on the blog and I’ll keep posting the pics!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he is already starting to vocalise a bit.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, it’s a beautiful word!
Roddy said…
Pity they only had scabby potatoes. Where would we be without the Irish.I do believe our heritage is there somewhere.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, stinking Irish!

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