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Given that Jen is in Sydney for the day and most of tomorrow, and is 1056 kilometers (656 miles) away from her little man (Henry, that is), for the first time, I felt I'd best put up a picture of him to try and make her feel a bit better.

So here he is, a true little Aussie battler™ with a Vegemite-smeared dial, collapsed in a heap after thirteen-hundred laps of the kitchen bench on his trike. He very much won me over when, upon putting him to bed for a nap he asked me for "MORE!" I demanded back, "more what?", thinking that he meant Smarties and reminding him of the absent word "please".

His reply?

More kisses please!

He can kick me in the head as much as he likes if he keeps that up.

Comments

Laurie Allee said…
What a beautiful boy! I'll have to show his picture to my 3 year old daughter.
Dan said…
Good looking little guy!
EG CameraGirl said…
What a nice kid Henry is!
Anonymous said…
What patience your children have. And what artist is indeed your eldest son, who holds posing until you find the frame.
I have a child of 10 months, and it is very difficult to pose for me. When he was smaller if he liked pose. When I taught the camera, He stayed quiet until he see the flash.
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Anonymous said…
A beautiful photograph.

my Alien
Squirrel said…
beautiful shot --vegemite and all!
Oleanderman said…
Clearly a world leader in the making. Although, when Prime Minister, there should be less Vegemite on the face. Not none, just less...
Ken Mac said…
and I love this header! I am a big Charlie Brown fan...
Anonymous said…
That is a stunning shot. He's clearly very smart, and figuring out new and more nefarious ways to get round you.
That's a perfect example of how all is forgiven with your kids.
Neva said…
How very sweet!!!I am not a fan of the vegamite but I think unless you were born there that is true...sorta like Root Beer here in America...he is a very cute boy!
bitingmidge said…
Vegemite kisses... there's a song in that.

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Unknown said…
What a cute little guy with have there! :-)

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Petrea Burchard said…
There's a shot and a memory to keep forever.
yournotalone said…
Looks very much like you (from what I can see in limited range of photos:))
Cute shot, and a wiseguy line in patter. This kid will go far.
Awwwww . . . how cute and sweet and darling and what a great little story!
I like the header too! :-D
Dina said…
Awww, so how many more did you give Henry? I was relieved to read it's Vegemite and not a scab.

Sorry Grandfather Gerald has died.
Kitty said…
ah....he is so photogenic!
kids can be so sweet, honest and lovely.
Kris McCracken said…
Laurie, he’s always looking for pen pals!

Dan, much like his father...

Your EG Tour Guide, when he’s in the mood, he is.
Kris McCracken said…
MurciaDailyPhoto, I just take lots and lots and lots of photos and in the pile of 80 photos, maybe 4 will turn out okay!

Abe, a beautiful boy to work with...

Squirrel, the Vegemite makes it, IMHO.
Kris McCracken said…
Neorelix, it could be a vote winner. Mind you, Henry doesn’t believe in elections...

Ken, I’ve settled on this one for a while, I think.

Jackie, TOO smart for me!
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, they’re shocking, aren’t they?

Neva, I have tried root beer, and can’t say that I’m keen to go back. Much like Dr Pepper, it’s didn’t appeal to me.

Bitingmidge, a number one, perhaps?
Kris McCracken said…
JM, indeed he is lovely.

Petrea, that’s the real point of my blog, really.

Aigars Bruvelis, Ezra even more so, I am told!
Kris McCracken said…
Babooshka, I hope so! He can keep me in luxury in my old age.

Mary Stebbins Taitt, he can be sweet, (and occasionally sour!)

Dina, Henry does very well on the kisses front, and why wouldn’t he with a face like that!

Kitty, when they set their mind to it they can!

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