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Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.


Here's another from the Hits 'n Memories basket. This was taken at around the time that Henry started standing up unaided.

We're getting serious flashbacks now - to the point that the post-traumatic stress long suspected is almost confirmed - as Ezra begins that constant test of endless attempts to climb into the oven, get his hands on the steak knives, scale up the pantry, rewire the heat pump on and on and on it goes...

Oh yes, they look all sweet and innocent with their chubby little thighs, beatific grins and ebullient zest for life. Yet, on a daily basis, this zest takes on an ephemeral quality. All of this want need to learn at every single point through the day wears you down.

Comments

Roddy said…
Wait until they have children of their own, then you can smile. Your mother and I are. Love to you all. Treasure these moments, they are so precious.
Anonymous said…
This is a nice shot.

Our Flower Pot
lemon said…
He looks so alike to you in this photo. Obviously, but still, amazing miracle of life!
Anonymous said…
I visit every once in awhile to see how your boys are doing. The baby has teeth!
Seriously cute and auburn colored hair
Neva said…
I remember how the drill goes! What a hoot! Nice shot.
yamini said…
Ohhhhhhhhhh, this photo just made me cry with joy. Henry is looking such a sweet, little, innocent darling!!!!
And, having said that, I completely understand the pulls and pressures that you and Jen must be enduring on a daily basis. Parenting can be a very demanding job and what's more, u dnt even get paid for it ;-))
But i'm sure both of you would also be enjoying at the end of the day (our compliments must also be helpful to some extent, isn't it?)

P.S. I really enjoy Roddy's comments. He seems to be enjoying it all especially since the life has come full circle for him. God bless him.
Priyanka Khot said…
Ah! it was when Henry was this age that I fell absolutely in love with him. :-)

Nostalgia has hit you big time I am guessing. M not complaining... I got to see Henry is the days when he wasn't so camera shy.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you're mad.
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, thanks. It was Jen's...
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, I think that he looks slightly insane is this one.
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent, this one the first baby. The second baby has a lot of teeth too though!
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, it can be torture.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, enjoy Roddy's comments?!?

I was thinking of banning him...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, nostalgia and the fact that he won't stay still long enough to take a photo!
Dina said…
A great picture, Jen.
Little kids look great in black.
This is one post I can actually understand and agree with. :)
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, good to see you back!

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