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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.


He is Henry, aptly surrounded by an ethereal halo (no doubt because he looks like a little angel). This one is from the Tasamanian Fruit Wine Festival down in Bellerive on Sunday.

The lad's form on the home front has been reasonably consistent of late.

"Henry no!"

"Henry stop!"

"Henry don't!"

And most common of all is the ubiquitous "HENRY!"

We appear to have our theme for February.
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KL said…
Awwwwwwwwww...........how old is Henry now? Is he going to be three soon?
5 February 2009 at 11:12
G. B. Miller said…
Can get mind numbing after awhile, doesn't it?

In any event, nice shot of your son.
5 February 2009 at 11:17
Vince said…
cute ...!

how good was the fruit wine ..??
5 February 2009 at 11:40
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry has a while until he's three. He is currently twenty-seven (and a bit) months.
5 February 2009 at 11:52
Kris McCracken said…
Georgie B, Jen says he's been non-stop for two days and I believe her. I think that he is 'testing his boundries', which is odd, because we make them quite clear!
5 February 2009 at 11:53
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, in solidarity I passed on the fruit wine, and stuck to a sausage, some fizzy apple juice and a few dippin' dots.
5 February 2009 at 11:54
Priyanka Khot said…
February sounds fun for Jen n you.

Sympathies as saying NO can be a horrific deed be it to anyone any age.
5 February 2009 at 15:09
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I don't mind saying 'no'. It's the having to say it thirty thousand times a day that wears me down!
5 February 2009 at 15:50
Kitty said…
my goodness, I can only imagine.
he must be all over the place!

great photo!
5 February 2009 at 16:15
USelaine said…
Apparently he's doing his job, right on schedule. I mean, that's what I've heard. Haven't been through it myself. Does he counter every instruction and elaboration with "why?" yet?
5 February 2009 at 17:26
Anonymous said…
Is this the same little bloke I brought home from the hospital 23 months ago? If you don't watch out he will soon be running around on his own. I wonder if he was trying to decide between the house red or another Ollibon.
He makes me so proud to call him my Grandson.
5 February 2009 at 18:06
yournotalone said…
Sorry to interfere in your parental attitudes... I just wanted to point out that when I am with my son I try not to use language that stops or is negative... I rather use diverting and new options... just a thought:)
5 February 2009 at 22:24
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, it is unrelenting.

It's a good thing he's so cute.
6 February 2009 at 08:41
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, not up to the "why?" stage yet.

There's just a lot of

Me: "you know why I just told you NOT to wave those scissors around don't you?"

Henry: "yes."

Me: "so will you do it again?"

Henry: "yes."
6 February 2009 at 08:43
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, 23 months? Pfft. Nearer 28 these days!
6 February 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, I see the principal there, but it is difficult to avoid the use of the negative when he's waving a pair of scissors around, fiddling with electrical sockets, attempting to climb up a stove that has hotplates on, or trying to pick Ezra up by his head.
6 February 2009 at 08:46
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