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True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice.


Here s the gang quite a few months back now. Henry didn't look like a roadie for the Greatful Dead and Ezra still had a basketball head. Jen pretty much looks the same, however. I myself have a few extra grey hairs.

Pros and Cons of Toddlers Part Six

Pro #5: They're EASY TO BEAT. Henry loves competitive games: hide and seek; chess; Connect Four; Brandings; Catch and Kiss; Scrabble; anything really. Him being a toddler means that I have an unsurpassed win ratio, as he isn't very good.

Con #4: They're TOO EASY TO BEAT. Winning without a challenge is just not fun. Seriously, this evening I had a good half hour of hide and seek, and Henry hid in the same two places over and over. Compounding this poor strategy was a tendency to giggle the whole time, and then shout "I'm here by the drawers" half a second after I start looking for him. He's just rubbish at it. Where's the glory in that kind of victory?
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Roddy said…
Wait until there's two of them wanting to hide in the same spot. Both of them giving away the hiding spot.
Do you remember the competitiveness of the games, when faced with defeat the games board was upended, finishing any chance of a result? A few reminiscences of my own.
We love our children no matter what.
10 July 2009 at 20:47
The Silver Fox said…
I am shocked, sir! In this day and age, I think anyone who can talk about beating his own children is...

Umm... Wait a second...

Sorry. Shouldn't skim over things like that.
10 July 2009 at 23:03
Sue said…
Personally, my preference was ME hiding (and them being so crap at being able to find me) and staying hidden until there was much hysteria...with them thinking I had gone out and left them! Ho Ho Ho what fun we had! It was just tooooo easy!!
Enjoy it while it lasts coz now my boys enjoy nothing less than scaring the living bejesus out of their poor old mother!
What goes around comes around....
11 July 2009 at 00:14
Valerie said…
This hide and seek business sounds great fun. Have you tried hiding from the boys?
11 July 2009 at 06:40
Roddy said…
Absolute excellence personified.
I wish that I had gathered pictures like these as you and you brother grew
11 July 2009 at 09:23
Erik W. Laursen said…
Where, oh where, do you keep coming up with titles to your entries? I look to them and find something good to think about.
12 July 2009 at 04:58
Roddy said…
Just looking at this picture again and I realise just lucky I am to have such a good looking family. I feel such pride every time I view their countenance.
12 July 2009 at 13:48
Kris McCracken said…
TSF, I need to get a new belt, come to think of it...
13 July 2009 at 14:32
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I did manage to hide for a good ten or so minutes in the bath where it was nice and quiet and Henry didn't look.
13 July 2009 at 14:33
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, I have and usually win.
13 July 2009 at 14:33
Kris McCracken said…
Erik, there's been a lot of stuff said over the years, some of it interesting! ;)
13 July 2009 at 14:34
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, hands off, they're MINE!
13 July 2009 at 14:34
The Silver Fox said…
Speaking of devils and demons and such, you might like my latest -- uncharacteristically short -- post.
13 July 2009 at 14:36
Kris McCracken said…
TSF, I shall look RIGHT NOW.
13 July 2009 at 14:37
yamini said…
Beautiful!! Beautiful!! Beautiful picture!!

The boys are cute and Jen, as always looks great.

When will we see you in the family portrait?
13 July 2009 at 15:04
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I will need to nail Henry to a chair.
13 July 2009 at 15:13
yamini said…
Really?? He seems to have become "too hot to handle". You are beginning to sound exasperated now :-))
13 July 2009 at 16:08
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