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This is Henry all the way back in Summer. Be careful, he's headed right for you!

You can see him crouched down through some bike racks down outside the Tasmanian Parliament. These bike racks also happen to be the very same bike racks that a heavily pregnant Jennifer a bunch of random terrorist knitting guerillas covered with bike rack warmers.

The bike rack warmers are still there - although struggling - one year from their first appearance. If I can get him down there, I'll see if he still fits.
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Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
That is a really nice picture of
Henry!...Very "cute"...What no Ez(ra)?
By the way,
I hope that Henry, is feeling much better too!
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
17 July 2009 at 01:55
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
"These bike racks also happen to be the very same bike racks that a bunch of random terrorist knitting guerillas covered with bike rack warmers."

Wow!
17 July 2009 at 02:17
EG CameraGirl said…
Great photo, Kris. But I fear Henry is growing so fast that he'll complain like an old man with rheumatism if you make him travel through the bike rack again. (Yeah, right!)
17 July 2009 at 06:20
KL said…
Bike rack warmers? What on earth are they?

Hehehehe...you at first confused me when you wrote back in summer :-). Then, I realized it's winter now in Australia.
17 July 2009 at 06:49
Priyanka Khot said…
this looks like fun! Henry is looking adorable here as well.

what is the idea behind knitting bike rack warmers?
17 July 2009 at 15:56
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