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He smiled for the camera!

Can you believe it?

He smiled!

This one was taken on Saturday. All I need is to photoshop in some lines on the left, with "3 Feet", "4 feet" et cetera.

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Roddy said…
Where were we when this one was taken? I know that he laughed most of the day while we were there. Love those kids of yours.
22 June 2009 at 20:50
Dina said…
Sweet. I remember when Dean suddenly realized the advantage of smiling for our cameras. The turning point was right about Henry's age.
22 June 2009 at 23:36
Kavita Saharia said…
AM I GORGEOUS or AM I GORGEOUS?
22 June 2009 at 23:56
ratatouille's archives said…
Hi! Kris,
Great photograph of Henry...Oops!
I learned my lesson well!...tell
Ezra and Mum(Jen) Hi!...

"All I need is to photoshop in some lines on the left with "3 Feet", "4 feet" et cetera.
LOL!!!!

DeeDee ;-D
23 June 2009 at 13:26
Priyanka Khot said…
The question is why did he smile?

Not that I am complaining.
23 June 2009 at 15:05
yamini said…
OHH MY GOD!!!!
Henry looks smashing in this one and thanks Henry for that smile, it warmed my heart!!!!

Thanks Kris for the picture of such a handsome young man. This must be a truly special occasion.
23 June 2009 at 15:11
Tania said…
Cute! Evie will approve ;)
23 June 2009 at 19:27
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, bedroom on Sunday.
24 June 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, it has been some time coming.
24 June 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, gorgeous!
24 June 2009 at 08:44
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, if I had the time, I would have done it.
24 June 2009 at 08:45
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, can you believe that it was because I asked him too?
24 June 2009 at 08:45
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I got a whole heap in this one session.
24 June 2009 at 08:46
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, I am getting some posters made...
24 June 2009 at 08:46
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