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History is an angel falling backward into the future.


I thought that I'd give all the Henry fans out there a treat today and post a photo that Jen took of a four day old humongous monsterlittle bloke.

He looks somewhat different now.

Comments

Colette Amelia said…
and with all that hair I bet poor Jen suffered terribly from heartburn!

mine were all pretty bald...and bald until about two.
yamini said…
See, he is the intellectual sort, right from the beginning. I bet he didnt strike this pose just for the photograph.
He seems to be deep in thought looking at the new world that he joined only four days back.....
Beautiful picture by Jen.
yamini said…
I almost forgot, please show us some latest pics of Henry. How is the hair on his head now? Hope he left behind the hair cut that he received last time.
KL said…
From a very early age, Henry is lost in serious thoughts. While thinking, he takes up the usual pose of closed eyes and hands on chin!! Told ya, one day he will be a serious philosopher.
Kris McCracken said…
Coelette, I believe that she was fine on that score.

Ez had finer, blonder hair, but it is thickening up nicely now.

I'm not sure how I'd cope with bald children. They worry me.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Henry is all bluster. He needs to work on his concentration.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, also, I hope that the second picture helped get the measure of the man.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, a philosopher king maybe?

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