Man about the house

Hi there

Going to catch you up on a few things...

Firstly, I am busy with Monty, bringing him up to speed on how stuff works. Like flaps in books and how Hippos can and will hang out on your roof while eating cake.

Then I have a great new multi-level car park to run. The cars all go 'brooooooooom'.

And they do wheelies down the ramps.

I also have a great new gingerbread man recipe that we found in an old Winnie the Pooh cookbook. However, one man stepped out of line so I bit off his head as a warning to the others...

And lastly, after a long day, good boys have hot chocolate and a cup cake. Yummy.

More blogs coming...

Cheers
Harper

Every end has a beginning

Hi

Anyone remember the movie Momento? Guy Pierce has no memory and tries to figure a mystery out only knowing how it ended...I recently had this very experience.

There I was, in the bathroom, having my face washed. Now, how did it get messy?

Ah, here is my face messy. I think mum is trying to eat my face too. So what is on my face?

Ah, something I cooked. I can see chocolate cake mix...but how did I decide on that?
Of course, I always want chocolate cake. Case solved.

And without getting a single tattoo like Guy Pierce did.

Nice one
Harper

As busy as any number of bees

Hi again

I have discovered glue. Think I will be making a lot of birthday and Christmas pressies in the future. All of my dear readers are so lucky.

I made this Christmas tree. That's art people. You can't buy this in a shop. You can however photograph it on our front door.

Mum and dad are crafty as well. Mum found this on the side of the road, dad put some screws and liquid nails in it, I had a signwriter in and now I have my own business up and running.

It's a landscaping and design business. I do lawns as well.

I am thinking of turning my photography hobby into a career as well. Although my current portfolio is made up of out of focus pics of my fingers. I don't know how that always happens.

And all blogs should end with me eating cake (and not with dad drinking beer). We went to the Concordia Club in Tempe, which is a German club I am told, for mum's birthday. It was ausgezeichnet, meinen Freunden.

Prost!
Harper

Your author...

Your author lives in Campsie, NSW with his two parents, baby brother and brand new plastic tea set from Aldi...

I've been cooking. Auntie Jo came to visit from somewhere dad called 'bumtruck west', whatever that means. She bought me ace pressies - an apron that came with a great hat and some silicon star-shaped patty, er, tins.

I got to show nana and popa how to make cake.

Then it was time for bubbles in the backyard with Auntie Jo. We don't let a bit of rain stop us.

Undies. The more 80s, the better.

And playing trains is so much more fun when you have your favourite pair of red undies on.

The other day, I played James at table tennis. Of course, I won.

I went to the city with mum to visit Ceri and Sydney. From their balcony you can see the city of Sydney. I wonder how Ceri and Ezra came up with the name Sydney for their little girl...

We went to see some art. This was my favourite - trains. I am in the double stroller, telling Monty all about how great trains are. Cos they are great. Especially when you have red undies on.

I have started a new band with my grouse little friend Immy. I am on keyboard, she rocks the percussion. Our sound would be called 'arty', somewhere between Architecture in Helsinki and the Ting Tings, with some Justine Clarke for good measure.

Well, that was a bit of a random bunch of pics. October was a bit of a random month. I am expecting November to have a much stronger narrative.

Cheers
Harper

Some times I just walk and walk ...

Konichiwa

I have heard mum and dad discuss how far they think I would go without them. Like, just walk off. Recently at the beach, I thought I might test them a bit.

Right, that's Dad seen to, he is off with Monty. Now is my chance to start walking.

Right past mum...

...and off, towards freedom. With plastic shovels.

Just making sure mum knows I am totally walking down this path. Yeah Craig David fans, I'm walking away.

Still walking.
Still walking. Freedom tastes sweet, like an ice cream with a lolly in it, or a ginger bread 'man'.

Finally, the oldies freaked out and came and got me. Dad is leading me back to the car. The jig was up. I was shot down in a blaze of glory...without the bullets and stuff.

Good times. I quite like beaches, especially when it is overcast, as the beach is all mine.

Mine I say, mine!

Later
Harper

Who's the Boss? Well, me actually

Hola

I've been called bossy a few times by Dad. I don't know why he says that, I mean, he doesn't have time to call me names in between building me some new train tracks, colouring in my books and getting me a drink.

Yes, I like to kick back. It's important to chill a bit in this mad mad world. It also gives me time to think about my art projects...

First up, a photo shoot with Monty. Dad needs a bit of direction. I said use the 50mm lens stupid!

Here, I am telling mum to change angles to get the bubbles better.

See? With my direction, this totally arty pic of me through bubbles is now on this blog for your enjoyment. With a bit of practise, I reckon mum could get good at taking pictures. She just needs to listen to me.

We went to Mudgee. I went on a miniture train with daddy, Aaron and Aaron's hair. There is nothing sad about being a grown adult and spending your weekend driving miniture trains about a paddock. I think dad should shut up and get me a special treat.

After the train ride, I took dad for a walk. He needs to burn some energy so he has a good sleep.

We went to a winery which had a statue in it. It was doing the pose all wrong.

On our way back from Mudgee, we stopped at Glenny's place. I had to have a look at the mad axes he keeps around. It was a choice of a rock bass or a rock guitar. So I played both, cos that's rock squared.

Mudgee huh? Pretty sweet town if you ask me. Might have to go back there, I am sure there were some parks and beer gardens we missed.

Cheers
Harps

It's a man...no, really

Hi there peeps

This blog is rated MA and may contain nudity and inappropriate gingerbread man decoration

Uncle Aaron was giggling like the schoolgirl he really is when he gave this to me:

Yes, it really is a ginger bread man

All I could say was "It's a man", "mmmm, nice" and "mmmm, tasty" as I ate him all up.

He's not a man any more. He's a memory.

Cheers
Harper

Doing stuff

Hi there

It's been a busy time up here, what with, you know, visitors and going places and stuff.

Below is the photographic proof:

Glenn Monkey from the Mountains came to watch footy. And it turns out he can read as well. Who said Eels fans were all stupid?

I like cooking, as fans will remember. Banana and choc-chip muffins are better if you mash the banana with a potato masher. Really grind that banana into a pulp. Teach it a lesson.

Dad has been telling me about my ears. Then I tried to explain to mum. This ear is broken. Dad is going to fix it with a drill.

This ear is not broken. It's noisy. So no drill in that ear for me. Which is good, I have seen dad with the drill and it is messy.

Time is of the essence people. A young dude must multi-task these days just to get the job done. So if you are on the toilet and Poppa needs to be told what sort of toilet paper we have, well, you know. Come on, you tell me you haven't used your phone in a toilet.

While outside the world ended (or it was a dust storm), I was busy watching Little Princesses. It's this show about these three Princesses who live in the sea and their adventures. Have I mentioned I also like clip on earrings?

Sydney Park is awesome fun. I am playing with Chloe and throwing a bit of sand about.

Even more fun is a trip to the beach with Immy. We dug holes, we picked up things that were yucky and we ran around a lot. Not as much as mum who had to chase her hat half way down the beach. She had to get it before some Shire person stole it.

Mum said if I am naughty, this will happen to me. I quietly think mum is a bit special, as the pegs match. Brobie and Bunny have been very well behaved since being hung out to dry. No more rolling in the dirt for them.

Right, better get off the computer and go do more stuff so mum can takes pics of me so I can get back on the computer to do another blog...

Cheers
Harper