Mmmm, Melbourne, Max and memories...

Hiya

It's been a big few weeks in Harper-land, let me tell you. A trip to Melbourne and my brother's birthday kept me pretty busy.

First it was a long weekend in Melbourne. I got to hang with my little cousin Sidney, and Auntie Alice and Uncle Greg, and I also got to spend some time with Auntie Kara and Mama and Papa. I also met my great Grandma in some place called Ballarat where half of Papa's relatives seem to live. They all have dark hair and eyes like me...spooky.

Sidney hasn't worked out how to work the camera yet...but he will, after I give him a few lessons. I call this pose 'Young Summer', and it's a cracker. Sidney can't even turn left yet.

Sidney is also known as Lucky Cat. His arm just waves up and down, like a, er, lucky cat in Chinatown. There is a joke here about eating cats, but I am above that.

You know, when Auntie Alice read Where Is the Green Sheep?, it ended the same, with Green Sheep fast asleep. I should have picked it.

The Esposito vege garden is a place of wonder. Giant zucchinis, red tomatoes and some other stuff, like tasty dirt, which I was probably eating in this pic. Dad is wearing an apron Auntie Alive whipped up - it makes him look Tongan.

Here's me hanging with the old men in the kitchen, pretending to be interested in Old MacDonald and his farm. I mean, really, I was getting bored of Greg and his 'gun show'. The bit where he kisses them and says 'locked and loaded...baby' is kind of creepy don't you think?

On Max's birthday, we went to the zoo. At the zoo, there is an ace elephant exhibit, and mum took me up to the lookout to get a jumbo view. We had a beaut day, although I slept through the bird show, which apparently now has a condor and that is apparently very cool. I only heard that about a thousand times. And finally, my first cake. A red cup cake of course, for Max. Only seconds later, this cup cake was smashed into a thousand pieces all over my face. I think I even managed to eat some.

Ah, a huge couple of weeks. Some happy times, some sad times, but I guess that life in six words, isn't it?

Man, that was deep for a nine-month-old. Sorry about that.

Cheers
Harper