A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen

It's my first day back at work today and I am sad as hell about it. Therefore, I've taken the liberty of posting photos of my two favourite babies in the world.

First up, we have one from all the way back in the late-October of 2006, with a picture of a three day old Henry. Mind you, Henry was a bit overdue, so he looks pretty big here for a newborn. Because of his size, the poor beggar came out a little bruised an battered, and looked like he'd just gone twelve rounds with Arturo Gatti. That said, he did come out looking like a winner.

COMING UP, Part II: Ezra sleeps!

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…

At the cost of repeating myself for the umpteenth time, Henry is adorable...

My sympathies for you having to go back to work today.

And... still waiting for the translation of yesterday's heading.

6 August 2008 at 14:43

Kris McCracken said…

Henry is indeed a hunk. Translation answered, and you were indeed correct!

7 August 2008 at 15:11

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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