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...this woman hates me so much...I'm starting to like her.


Here is Henry looking cranky while I try to photograph him colouring stuff in. I had the day off today, so spent the morning colouring in these blob things with Henry, and dare I say it, my efforts to keep inside the lines surpassed Henry's. That said, he's rapidly catching me.

Later on, we found ourselves out meeting with some visiting theatrical-types. Of course, the dirt magnets got bored and eventually dragged me off to find something more interesting to do.

We ended up charming some tourists from upstate New York, who were so impressed by the Henry and Ezra double act that they showered them with gifts all the way from the good ol' USA!

These two could turn out to be effective little money spinners if I just come up with the right idea...

Comments

Baino said…
Actually I was wondering if Henry minded you poking your big lens in his face every day. My son has given me strict orders that all photographic representations are to be vetted in advance. Then he's 22 and can be seen in many compromising positions. Hilarious since he posts the most unflattering stuff on his Facebook page! Go Henry, don't get mad . . get even!
KL said…
Mummy! ain't Henry angry today! I am scared. What did you do to him, Kris?
Jim Klenke said…
I love the look on his face, trying to photograph an artist at work will get you in trouble.
Candie said…
LOL that look.He surely is someone and in the future I can imagine.
What I see in the pictures he looks like you.No?
Kitty said…
Nice Costanza quote. What a cute boy, I can see why they were showered with gifts! On our one trip to Australia, we were waiting for our luggage in Brisbane, and I spilled my change purse onto the floor. A little boy helped me pick it up and he was so fascinated by American coins that I gave them to him. It was about 37 cents, but you'd have thought I gave him a golden egg-laying goose. You forget how cool the things you take for granted are until you see them through someone else's eyes.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, while he’s under MY roof he lives by MY rules!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, you don’t need to do much to get Henry angry. I have likened him to Idi Amin in the past, and stand by that assessment
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, only when he is mad.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, George is also something of a hero of both Henry and I. Henry reminds me a lot of George at the moment. He is still a toddler though.
Cheryl Cato said…
Make great use of the kiddos while they are cute & adorable... let them roll in the bucks for ya! All too soon they'll be teenagers & ...
Thanks for visiting my blog and yes I do like westerns! I suppose because they are adventurous, outdoorsy, and generally involve horses! I'm not just stuck on American "westerns" either ... I thoroughly enjoyed the movies, Australia & The Man from Snowy River! Great horse action & riding in the latter!
yamini said…
Thanks for putting up another Henry pic, specially the "hairyyyy"-ness of the photo. I love his hair, you know that, dnt you??

and what are the "MY" rules with which you are harrassing little Henry?
KL said…
Come on Kris. Please don't compare him to Idi Amin. Names of people like him should not be even uttered; just by uttering their names, we gave them the power which they craved and became monsters.

Man! am I not getting into the habit of lecturing others :-p
Kris McCracken said…
Lizzie, from your list, they are GOOD westerns too!

I'm partial myself.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I don't MAKE the rules, I AM the rules!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, if you heard the way he orders people about in an eccentric and violent manner, you'd see the similarity to Idi.
yamini said…
why do dads have to be so mean about the RULES???
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it isn't mean, it's love.

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