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I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.


It doesn’t matter how cold the water is, Henry remains am incredibly handsome chap!

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Nathalie said…
I couldn't agree more with your last statement - handsome chap indeed!
Robin said…
He most certainly is. What a cutie. Must be the breastfeeding ;).

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EG CameraGirl said…
He is indeed very handsome, Kris!
Anonymous said…
Kids are cute. We had five cute ones. Now they are in the middle 50s, late 40s and late 30s.
Sharon said…
Kris, thanks for the comment on my site. The bird is a curved billed thrasher. There are many of them living in Arizona desert.

And, might add what a hansome fellow this is!
He certainly is! I love seeing pictures of him! :-D
Roddy said…
It's in the genes!
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, I shall pass it on.

Robin, I’m certain that it contributes!

magiceye, hurrah!

foto-sh, Oui!

EG Wow, just like his father…

Abraham Lincoln, are they as cute as when they were little?

Sharon, as handsome as a curved billed thrasher!

Mary, there are no shortages of them.

Roddy, he rarely wears jeans.
Roddy said…
Neat, casual. It never fails to impress.
crittoria said…
Most definitely!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I prefer disordered casual.


Crittoria, hoorah!

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