Er, so much for regularity

Hi everyone

Yeah, we know, this was gonna be a weekly thing, and it's been two weeks. You want an excuse from us? You can choose between:
a) Harper has been keeping us busy
b) We have been battling record rain in Sydney
c) The dog ate our computer
d) We just couldn't be arsed

Anyway, here we are, and here are some pics. Captain Grumpy Pants (as I am calling him tonight) has just stopped crying. That's good news for all.

Playing trumpet in my sleep.

The view out the back door, as seen regularly by Harper and mummy. It's been raining for two weeks. Boring.

"Get that freaky monkey away from me!"

"Eh, you looking at me?"

Spreading the love to Guila, who is recovering from an operation. Check out the HOTT bee suit...

See, I have been busy. As a bee even... That's champagne comedy!

Till next time
Harper (and his parents)

Mooooving to Campsie Upon Cook

The move was good, thanks to me. I oversaw it all, and you can see from these pics, I did a great job. See above, that's me supervising: It's a hard job, lucky I was wearing my ace tractor t-shirt. Thanks Auntie Alice. Auntie Kara, the Reece Plumbing t-shirt will get a run soon, I plan on redecorating the bathroom...with poo!

The move was going well, then suddenly, ASIO appeared and interrogated me! Bastards! Don't worry Auntie Lucy and Uncle Tom, I didn't tell them you were hanging out at the Walkabout Hotel in London, singing Khe Sahn and drinking Fosters. Funny how tall and skinny those ASIO agents are. Bit dim too.

And a game for everyone...where's Harper? Clue - nowhere near that knob Wally.

This is part two of Where's Harper. Apparently my parents think it's funny to leave me on the kitchen table like a discarded chico roll. Mmm, deep fried goodness. And what is with the fan wearing a towel back there? Huh?

And finally, after a long day of moving, one must unwind...and Y-M-C-A until they sleep. I was pictured here doing a 'Y'. I am pretty sure I never made it to 'M'. Damn you relaxing Village People! When I grow up, I want to be the Cowboy...who drives tractors.

In the new digs

Hi family

It's been a busy time for me, greeting many visitors, going to Bunnings and revealing my love of Uncle Greggy (left) and ensuring my arse explodes at least once per day.

It's tough work, let me tell you. Probably tougher for mum and dad who have to clean up after me, but that's what they get. Last night, I took it a bit further by being wide awake at 2am, then projectile vomiting over mum's shoulder, down her back and onto the cushions on the couch.

Good times! And not a single drop on me. Now that's talented.

Here are some pics from lately. All of them are ace, as you will see, cos I'm in them all.

Left, an eyes-wide-open moment as requested by mama Ryan.

Below, parenting, the Penny Ryan way. First, make lovely cooing sounds to your child. Then laugh your guts out when they scream. Nasty woman this mum of mine. Hope she doesn't wonder why I poo so much...

Cheers
Harper