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(My) Photo of the day, Or If a man smiles all the time, he's probably selling something that doesn't work

To celebrate Henry’s upcoming appearance on WIN News tonight, and the forthcoming expansion of TEAM MCCRACKEN/FITZGERALD, I have decided to utilise the Photo of the day slot as a feature on the little bloke himself and how he fits into the TEAM. Think of it as a This is Your Life (thus far).


So here is the first picture. Here we can see Henry at ten months. I remember this day well, because it was at this point that he really started to get his act together with the crawling. I have a video of the act that can be viewed here.


Next up, we have Henry sort some our many excess books with Jen early last summer. Here he showcased his literary worth and selected those texts to go, and those to stay. True to form, he piled up the Hemingway in the MUST KEEP stack, and turfed most of the literary criticism, post-modernist theory and pretentious art wank out the door. Good boy Henry.


Here you can see Henry and me on his first birthday. For some reason he was trying to slip away unnoticed, but like a Bengal tiger, I snared him. As you can see by his t-shirt, this was a point where Henry was doing a bit of work for the Kevin 07 campaign. The little bloke in question tells me that he is the real reason for the change in government, and takes particular credit for then-PM John Howard losing his own seat in Parliament (and don’t I just love writing that!).

Comments

Neva said…
What a little charmer!
freefalling said…
What's that you were saying about flattering shorts?
Kris McCracken said…
I think that they show off my legs rather nicely...

AND, I got married in those shorts!
Anonymous said…
Wow, does WIN have Internet broadcasts? I love the crawling movie and Henry selecting books. AND this is my first time to see your face!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, and I can only apologise for subjecting you to that!
The D in D & T said…
Henry rocks that tshirt!

And Kris, one more time 'john howard losing his own seat' ah. yes. :)

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