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Given that Jen is in Sydney for the day and most of tomorrow, and is 1056 kilometers (656 miles) away from her little man (Henry, that is), for the first time, I felt I'd best put up a picture of him to try and make her feel a bit better.

So here he is, a true little Aussie battler™ with a Vegemite-smeared dial, collapsed in a heap after thirteen-hundred laps of the kitchen bench on his trike. He very much won me over when, upon putting him to bed for a nap he asked me for "MORE!" I demanded back, "more what?", thinking that he meant Smarties and reminding him of the absent word "please".

His reply?

More kisses please!

He can kick me in the head as much as he likes if he keeps that up.
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Laurie Allee said…
What a beautiful boy! I'll have to show his picture to my 3 year old daughter.
3 September 2008 at 19:19
Dan said…
Good looking little guy!
3 September 2008 at 21:47
EG CameraGirl said…
What a nice kid Henry is!
3 September 2008 at 22:33
Anonymous said…
What patience your children have. And what artist is indeed your eldest son, who holds posing until you find the frame.
I have a child of 10 months, and it is very difficult to pose for me. When he was smaller if he liked pose. When I taught the camera, He stayed quiet until he see the flash.
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3 September 2008 at 22:37
Anonymous said…
A beautiful photograph.

my Alien
3 September 2008 at 23:38
Squirrel said…
beautiful shot --vegemite and all!
4 September 2008 at 00:34
Oleanderman said…
Clearly a world leader in the making. Although, when Prime Minister, there should be less Vegemite on the face. Not none, just less...
4 September 2008 at 02:17
Ken Mac said…
and I love this header! I am a big Charlie Brown fan...
4 September 2008 at 04:31
Anonymous said…
That is a stunning shot. He's clearly very smart, and figuring out new and more nefarious ways to get round you.
4 September 2008 at 04:51
Debbie Courson Smith said…
That's a perfect example of how all is forgiven with your kids.
4 September 2008 at 05:12
Neva said…
How very sweet!!!I am not a fan of the vegamite but I think unless you were born there that is true...sorta like Root Beer here in America...he is a very cute boy!
4 September 2008 at 06:27
bitingmidge said…
Vegemite kisses... there's a song in that.

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4 September 2008 at 08:39
Unknown said…
What a cute little guy with have there! :-)

Thank you for your visit.
Cheers
4 September 2008 at 09:16
Petrea Burchard said…
There's a shot and a memory to keep forever.
4 September 2008 at 09:17
yournotalone said…
Looks very much like you (from what I can see in limited range of photos:))
4 September 2008 at 09:45
Jane Hards Photography said…
Cute shot, and a wiseguy line in patter. This kid will go far.
4 September 2008 at 10:34
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
Awwwww . . . how cute and sweet and darling and what a great little story!
4 September 2008 at 11:14
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
I like the header too! :-D
4 September 2008 at 11:15
Dina said…
Awww, so how many more did you give Henry? I was relieved to read it's Vegemite and not a scab.

Sorry Grandfather Gerald has died.
4 September 2008 at 23:26
Kitty said…
ah....he is so photogenic!
kids can be so sweet, honest and lovely.
7 September 2008 at 01:46
Kris McCracken said…
Laurie, he’s always looking for pen pals!

Dan, much like his father...

Your EG Tour Guide, when he’s in the mood, he is.
8 September 2008 at 15:08
Kris McCracken said…
MurciaDailyPhoto, I just take lots and lots and lots of photos and in the pile of 80 photos, maybe 4 will turn out okay!

Abe, a beautiful boy to work with...

Squirrel, the Vegemite makes it, IMHO.
8 September 2008 at 15:16
Kris McCracken said…
Neorelix, it could be a vote winner. Mind you, Henry doesn’t believe in elections...

Ken, I’ve settled on this one for a while, I think.

Jackie, TOO smart for me!
8 September 2008 at 15:18
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, they’re shocking, aren’t they?

Neva, I have tried root beer, and can’t say that I’m keen to go back. Much like Dr Pepper, it’s didn’t appeal to me.

Bitingmidge, a number one, perhaps?
8 September 2008 at 15:25
Kris McCracken said…
JM, indeed he is lovely.

Petrea, that’s the real point of my blog, really.

Aigars Bruvelis, Ezra even more so, I am told!
8 September 2008 at 15:30
Kris McCracken said…
Babooshka, I hope so! He can keep me in luxury in my old age.

Mary Stebbins Taitt, he can be sweet, (and occasionally sour!)

Dina, Henry does very well on the kisses front, and why wouldn’t he with a face like that!

Kitty, when they set their mind to it they can!
8 September 2008 at 15:34
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