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I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.


Here is Henry looking shifty.

I've now had two of those days, and there is no escaping the fact that it is going to be one of those weeks.
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KL said…
Henry is looking cute and naughty and intelligent day by day. From this pic, it seems like he is going to be a wrestler (or in any of those martial arts sports) one day.
17 February 2009 at 22:41
Dottie Jo said…
Thank you for visiting my blog! You're 2 boys are beautiful! I am the mother of 2 boys as well, but mine are much older now (18 & 15), and I miss them at these younger ages. I lok forward to visiting you often, and seeing more photos!
18 February 2009 at 00:01
Kris McCracken said…
KL, his language skills are getting better by the day. He's also become obsessed by the moon.
18 February 2009 at 13:29
Kris McCracken said…
Dottie, let's just say that the boys feature pretty heavily on the blog!

How could they not?
18 February 2009 at 13:30
Kitty said…
is it because of these guys?!

I don't blame you. I would be on the floor, crying 'uncle'.

there must be an Olympics for parenting? I bet you have to run a marathon while carrying a sack of potatoes with one arm tied behind your back to qualify.
18 February 2009 at 15:59
USelaine said…
Look on the bright side. They aren't teenagers yet.
18 February 2009 at 16:37
Priyanka Khot said…
he looks adorable... missed visiting ur blogs and getting an update on Henry and Ezra over the last few days.
18 February 2009 at 17:03
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, no, the main beef is work-related, angry and loud children merely ensure that you never get a break.
18 February 2009 at 18:59
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I am of the opinion that teenagers use the word "like" far too much and in utterly ridiculous ways.
18 February 2009 at 19:03
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I'll send them to India you can gaze at their faces up close!

Send them back when they are in their twenties.
18 February 2009 at 19:11
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