And the winner is...Sidney

Hello me fans

Last week was madness. I was on the edge of my high chair in anticipation. I could barely sleep I was so excited. Then when Mum said 'Sidney is here', I almost stopped drooling. How beaut was it to have my Melbourne cuz up in my town? More beaut than a never-ending supply of vanilla custard.

So, here's the highlights of Sidney's trip to Sydney to see me.

Here's me and Sid hanging in the park in our ace strollers. I am trying to teach him how to look cool and get the trucker arm happening, but he is posing for the camera. I never do that.

And who thought they were the hippest, most swinging baby in town? That would be Sidney PJ Diddy. Appearing at the Campsie RSL all this week, don't forget to try the buffet. Ladies bring a cheese.

And here is Sidney again. Hmmm, this is my blog, not his, he has his own. Anyway, this is him boning up on who is in contention for a Gold Logie.

Hey! This is not on. Sidney again, this time with his mum, on my blog! This has got to end.

Yes Sidney PJ Esposito, I am looking at you. You keep taking over my blog and I will take you down, chubby cheeks. Just as soon as I am finished with lunch. Finally back to me. Here's me tuning my guitar so I can bust some sweet tunes to impress the ladies. About three minutes after mum took this pic, I played Sweet Child O' Mine. Behind my head. While drinking a beer and with my legs on fire. I am pretty damn cool.

So there you go. A blog sort of about me, when that southern interloper and his toddler tits aren't hogging all the space. It was ace having Sid and Auntie Alice about, although I got the feeling Sid was missing his dad and the gun show by the end of his visit. My dad's guns are way pathetic when compared to Uncle Greggy's.

Cheers
Harper

Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of me and the chicks

Hi there

Ever stopped and looked around, and realised you are totally surrounded by chicks? I had one of those moments today when Chloe, Olivia, Grace and Laura came over to play.

As Dad wants me to be a rock star, I guess I better get used to this.

And I want you all to realise, this is two blogs in two weeks...despite the fact NO ONE left a comment last week. What's wrong with you people, are your fingers broken? Are they painted on? Are they optional extras and you forget to put them on when you visit here? Come on, show me some love. I'm working hard here.

Debs, you're pardoned because you're in Tassie and they don't have electricity yet so it's hard to surf the intermanet. And I still love you. But for everyone else...grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Here's me with the sweet ladies. The eagle-eyed will notice I am eating a red Subaru Impreza WRX. When in north Victoria, I chose to buy my WRXs at Ken Muston Automotives. No lemons!

More ladies...man, it's a hard life. The hot chick on the left is Robin, who I believe is my second cousin. On the right is mum's Auntie Sheree, which makes her my great Auntie maybe? Who knows these things?

You know, I am not smiley, happy, bundle of joy Harper everyday. No, some days I spit the dummy, chuck a wobbly and lose my poo...sometimes at the same time. Here's me trying to escape from the high chair, while my parenting-challenged father has a beer. Someone ring DoCS.

This is the day the vacuum cleaner broke my heart. We were getting along so well, I thought everything was great, then Vaccy says "it's not you, it's me" and my world fell apart. I hit the bottle (of milk) and did some things I regret. Like wear this T-shirt dad bought for me in NZ. He thinks beavers are funny. Why? I don't get it. And I think it's actually an otter.

My ace clam-shaped pool thing is now a sandpit. Mum took me to Bunnings (hey, jealous much Uncle Greg?) where Lars the man-child served mum again. It's pretty sweet, as long as we remember to put the lid down to stop the local cats from using it as a nappy.

Sand isn't as tasty as potting mix, but still pretty good. And those wanting to lose a few kilo should try this silicone-based diet I am working on. You eat sand...that's all I am up to.

Auntie Alice is bringing Sidney and his toddler tits up to Sydney next week, which I am pretty pumped about. I am looking forward to some baby rumbling, some drooling and some eating competitions. I should get into training, Sidney sure is bursting out of his muscle tees.

Cheers
Harper