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Grace is to the body what good sense is to the mind.


Continuing the countdown to Henry's birthday, here is the pink little fellow at seventeen days old, relaxing after a feed in his mother's arms. Like a piglet fattened up for market, he's drunk on milk and high on life. Showcasing the folded hands of a Catholic schoolgirl, his manners distinguish him from the much more rugged Ezra, who still likes to get around fists raised.

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Anonymous said…
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Anonymous said…
He looks so big for 17 days!
Lovely photos and I continue to ready your comments with pleasure!!
Congratulations with your more than 700 photos!!
Anonymous said…
Nice photo.
Priyanka Khot said…
yipeeeeeee its a Henry feast here...

I am so glad to be looking at all his photos and reading your commentary.

P.S: India is set to force a follow-on upon Australia :-)

Thought of just rubbing it in. :-D
Priyanka Khot said…
P.P.S: When is Henry's birthday?
Anonymous said…
Wonderful. Peace, the little ones so full of confidence and trust (I hope I have chosen the right words to express what I mean).
Kris McCracken said…
Jesse Mendez, c’mon Jesse, you could have at least pretended to be interested in the content. Flies and vinegar, and all that jazz...

Tania, he was a big ‘un alright.

Blognote, thanks very much, I shall endeavour to find more time to spend on those comments, I’m a bit stretched at the moment.
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, I liked it.

Priyanka, I reckon that it will wind up another dull draw.

Henry’s birthday is on Thursday. In his honour, they have declared it a public holiday. They’ve even decided to call that day “family day” at the Royal Hobart Show. His actual party will be on Sunday though. I intend to get photos.

April, they are exactly the right words!

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