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Just to emphasise how flat I am feeling today, here is a photo taken just after being decked by my eighteen month old son. He so convincingly won the tussle that he turned his back on me with utter contempt the moment I hit the canvas! Neither of us displayed the ANZAC spirit today.

The fact that he currently sits in the 97th percentile in height (that is, taller than all but 3% of littlies) and the 90th percentile in weight (heavier than all but 10%), is impressive, but doesn't make me feel any better about the dismal loss.

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Maria Verivaki said…
boy, doesn't your garden bring back memories of our new zealand back yeard and the umbrella clothes hanger!!!!! some of my new zealand friends who moved back ot greece bought one of those out here, and it really looks out of place - but seeing yours now reminds me so much of my first 25 years of life in NZ...
Nathalie H.D. said…
Oh that clothes line! A typical Aussie backyard one!

Feeling down? COme and have tea at my place... with something in it to 'steady the nerves'....
Anonymous said…
Good grief - what's he going to do to you when he's a teenager?! Great "action" shot though!
 gmirage said…
I also immediately noticed the clothesline! We do not have that here, but in the Philippines we have a lot and longer ones! It's good to know Henry is healthy and all, my son, a 5 year old is 102cms only! =( Well, we aren't tall people anyway so I think its fine! Happy weekend!
Jim Klenke said…
You are a great man to take a picture while on your back, LOL. Hes going to be fun as a teenager.
I have one of those washing lines, called a rotary. Too wet or windy to use this month. Lively is the word for this child, He's full off life. Great shot
Kris McCracken said…
The hills hoist is great, I lived in a place for a few years with a horrid little line for four or so years and the clothes never dried well. I couldn't imagine ever going back!

Mirage2g, well Henry stands at 90cms at 18 months, so at this rate I expect him to pass his mum at maybe seven years old, and beat my 193cms by the time he's 13!
Helen said…
I miss the good old Hills Hoist - so many fun childhood memories of using it as a makeshift merry-go-round. We would always get yelled at for doing it. Can't imagine why Mum minded so much...
Patrizia said…
WOW: you're 193 cm tall????

I'm 172 cm, my husband is 197 cm. My children are in the very high percentiles too.

My son is 2 years and 9 months old: 101 cm and 18,5 kg.

My daughter is 4 years and 9 months old: she is 118 cm and 26 kg.

That is quite a lot for Italians! My major (funny) problem is when I buy clothes for them (especially for her): the shopkeepers ask "how odl is she?" ... I always ignore and say directly "I need a T shirt size 8 years!"

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