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Bodacious Bryn

After his shower yesterday, Bryn was just looking so gorgeous I had to snap off a few pics...


Only after I reviewed the pics on my camera did I realise that DESPITE only having JUST gotten out of the shower, he'd managed to smear snot across his face... That's my boy!!!


This is him doing his impression of Santa, hahaha!

And I was looking and saw all these OTHER faces in his pictures... With different expressions he looks like Erik, or my brother Michael, or Luey, it's amazing how the family resemblance is so broad!

Erik aged nearly two...


I have a better likeness of Michael to that picture of Bryn above (from when Michael was about 2.5, but it's not on this computer...)




This last photo is not connected to the one of Luey, it just so happens that in this one, Bryn has his hand over his eye, he was playing peek-a-boo...

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Sif said…
Just leaving a comment so I can send this as a dedicated page to a couple of people...
Juniper said…
I love these pix, he is soooo cute! So photogenic!
Amanda O. said…
Omg, how gorgeous is Bryn! These are fabulous shots of him Sif and I love that he's getting his little whispy curls back! They suit him so well. :-)

But how the heck do you get him to sit STILL long enough to get pictures of him?!? OMG all I get of La is just this sort of child-shaped *blur*! LOL
Sif said…
He comes from a long line of POSERS, Amanda, a loooooong line of posers, hahaha...

(oh, I just thought, is "poser" and aussie slang term or not, it means someone who is full of themself)
Amanda O. said…
PMSL... I think it is Sif, I've always heard it used like someone who thinks they're something they're not... like if someone were an extra in a commercial and started demanding redcarpet treatment everywhere.

I think for La I may have to resort to valium. Even the professional photographer we had take his b-day pictures was commenting how hard he was to get a shot of! LOL

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