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There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.


Henry again.

I love the little bloke an awful lot, and very much enjoy his company, but by golly he is always 110% full on. There isn’t a lot of down time when he’s awake and firing on all cylinders. Take the scene above: I’ve just spent five minutes setting the baby, but now Ezra is screaming again and Jen is attempting to calm him, I’m cooking dinner, and all I have to do is toss the couscous (ooh err...?) and we are done. I’ve already given the lad a cheesy spaghetti thing that he seems quite taken with. He’s being nice and quite which means “I must check on him”, and wouldn’t you know it, cheesy spaghetti everywhere!

That said, I am supremely confident that as he grows, Henry will turn out a fine young man. Dictatorial tendencies aside, he already says "please" and "thank you (well, "ta") unprompted, and has a terribly sweet nature underneath all of the vigour. All we need to do is channel the vitality towards good, rather than evil.
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Tanya Breese said…
Well, one good thing, at least your couch looks easy to clean! He's looking at that mess like "where did that come from?" lol
25 September 2008 at 01:57
USelaine said…
You do realize it is the job of two-ish year olds to say "No!". It is their required psychological awakening of themselves being distinct from the omniscient parental flow of will that envelopes their earlier months. The Terrible Twos. I never had children myself. 8^)
25 September 2008 at 07:07
EG CameraGirl said…
I hate to give Henry any credit after the mess he's made for you, but you know what? I think this is a sign that Henry is very bright and knows how to use his time creatively. ;-)

OK, I'll leave now. (tee hee)
25 September 2008 at 07:08
blackie said…
I have one of that variety too. Only has two speeds - wreck the place or asleep. And she started out so quietly darn it.
25 September 2008 at 08:20
Sue said…
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha!
Oh...the joys of parenting! Ya gotta love 'em!
H Bomb obviously thought the couch was looking a touch dreary and decided on a bit of redecorating...bless his soul!
And as tanya said...the couch looks easy to clean!
25 September 2008 at 09:55
Jo's-D-Eyes said…
Heeh KRIS,
You have a fantastic way of writing about your baby "Henry", and about yourself(in your profile), I am glad that you visited my blog, this way I can follow more of your family and photography, I like your style, please come back , than I won't forget your blog, we can learn from each other,I from your 'maanaging the huosehold' and you (maybe) from my Creative idea's of photography, BYE.

joAnn's-D- Eyes Holland
25 September 2008 at 10:46
Kris McCracken said…
Tanya, dark brown leather. It goes alright. That said, the ‘splatter marks’ from the breast milk show up a treat!

USelaine, Henry had a long, loooooong period where the words “no” and “more” were the only two he spoke. If I’m generous, I will grant him “know” and “moor” just to bump him up to four!

I think that Henry has been in his ‘terrible twos’ since he was 18 months, but then again, my children are very advanced for their age...

EGTG, there is a touch of Pollack about these design of the spaghetti. It reminds me of Full Fathom Five, which I do like.
25 September 2008 at 15:31
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, we never even had that with dear little Henry™. He is an angel. An energetic, insolent, demanding, brutal, obstinate angel, but an angel nonetheless.

Sue, that’s quite cruel. Henry has had hundreds of nicknames, but I do very much like H-Bomb. I think we have a new one for the list!

JoAnn's-D-Eyes, I am merely part of a dedicated team of household administrators. I am not sure how much that you will learn about photography here, but there is no shortage of half-arsed wisecracks!
25 September 2008 at 15:50
FRances said…
Gee kris that brings back some memories to me Henry looks so innocent.
25 September 2008 at 17:11
FRances said…
Roddy said the H-bomb could teach Pro Hart a thing or two about style. Ain't they worth the trouble and heartache.
25 September 2008 at 20:49
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