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You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.


Despite his usual late afternoon/early evening reversion to a modern day scoundrel (more Ungern von Sternberg than Dennis the Menace), this blast from the past reminds me that my love for my oldest baby is will be sempiternal, however many vegetables he refuses to eat.

Yes, it's Henry and I the morning after his birth (earlier that morning). You can see that he was a bit battered and bruised by the whole experience. Maybe that explains his attitude of late, perhaps it is post-traumatic stress?
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Roddy said…
My baby and your baby sleeping peacefully. Ain't they sweet?
24 May 2009 at 21:19
Kitty said…
ha, it must be very frustrating at times, sort of like owning an overly curious and challenging puppy.

I can't imagine being a single parent of either!
24 May 2009 at 22:27
Dina said…
Aww, so sweet to see the color, full-size version of the classic photo.
25 May 2009 at 00:36
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, rarely. In both cases.
25 May 2009 at 09:55
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, I'd be more inclined to lock the puppy outside.
25 May 2009 at 09:55
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, desperate times call for desperate measures!
25 May 2009 at 09:56
Beth said…
Sempiternal, dirigibles - you see I AM paying attention to your hidden word of the day. Found dirigibles in wikipedia - that font of all knowledge - but sempiternal is a bit of Latin I'm sure I've sung in some mass or other without ever bothering to find out what it means. I am happy with that ignorance, since your average mass is based on a fairy tale anyway.
25 May 2009 at 13:33
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, dirigible is a wonderful word. I use it as often as possible.
25 May 2009 at 13:40
Kavita Saharia said…
KRIS....life is beautiful and the pic proves it everytime u look at it.After a eight year long battle with infertility..when Gauri my first one arrived....i couldn't sleep for months....i checked every breath she took,comforted every single cry she made,tears would flow everytime she smiled,those paper thin nails,pinkest of pink palms.....HERE I GO AGAIN....SHARING THOSE MOMENTS WITH HER WAS SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL...STILL IS.
25 May 2009 at 14:06
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, after eight years I trying, I can understand why you'd be so protective. It's an emotional time when they finally arrive!
25 May 2009 at 14:20
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