I'm one! I know, I can hardly believe it myself. One minute, life was simply sleep, poo and food...do it again. Now it's far more complex, sleep, poo, food and try to destroy everying in the house. And now I am the king of all before me. And one. And getting heaps of ace presents.
So, with no further ado:
Thursday, May 1. Time - friggin' early. Mum and dad give me a present. Gee, wonder what it could be...
Yes, OMG, it's a ball. With more pimples on it that an entire McDonalds crew. I like to kick it. 
Later that morning, Mum made cupcakes. I sat guard, waiting for them to cook. A watched pot never boils apparently. But watched cup cakes do cook, even if the oven is crap.
At park, I got to hang out with all my girls. Here, front left is Olivia, and to the right is Ava. Behind me is Linda and that chick in the green hoodie looks familiar as well.
Saturday, May 3. Time...about lunch-ish. I survey my family, who are in town to see me. And shower me with love. And building block, books, pull-along dogs, clothes and more. Uncle Aaron snapped this artistic pic. I think he had sampled a few of dad's special drinks, the ones in the green bottle with Cascade written on it. Not even on my birthday did I get a sip. Harsh.
I do like to play with my truck, on the pebbles, under the big tree. Auntie Kara is keeping guard, just waiting for me to put a pebble in my mouth. I don't eat them, more let them sit on my mouth. Hey, I don't know why, I am only one.
Dad cooked lunch. Somewhere in the smoke is the BBQ. Dad must have been sampling a few of his special drinks, cos it looks here as if he is conducting some sort of smokey orchestra. Or trying to raise the dead with some kind of American Indian smoking ceremony. I wish he wouldn't do that on my birthday.
Back at the table, Uncle Greggy, Sid and I were having an indepth discussion about the important stuff. Here I am explaining to them why food tastes better after being smeared into the table for a bit.
Cake time. Apparently I can't blow out candles. If I could talk, I would have told mum and dad to turn me around...I could knock the house down with some of that action. Apparently it's called 'shooting a fairy'. Anyway, chocolate cake with sprinkles is yum.
'Made it to one' they said. Cheeky buggers, every day with me has been a blessing. 
Check out the ace candles mum found at some shop that sells ace candles. I think it was called 'The Ace Candle Shop'. And please ingore the couple dressing. Mum spends too much time in the 'Stripey Clothes' shop.
And yes, I know, it was my party, and damn it I will cry if I want to. Actually, I was just trying to tell the papparazzi to back off for a few minutes.
Presents...it was a bonanza of beaut gifts, everything a one-year-old could want. And check out the honey joys in the bottom left - I would later smear them all over my face in a cornflakey and honey extravaganza.
Sunday, May 4. Time...arvo. Dad, Auntie Kara and Ma ma are off shopping in Newtown, Alice and Greg are tormenting Sid and Papa has passed out like a vagrant. Mum kept telling him to ease up with the cooking sherry, but you know Papa. Ah, so many memories. If I was older, I would remember them.
Thanks to everyone who came, and I apologise for lifting the bar on backyard birthday's so high. Siddy, you better start planning now buddy.
Cheers
Harper
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