My main Melbourne man (ironically called Sidney) turned one in November. Obviously I had to be there, being his serious Sydney, er, señor.
It was good to get some time to just chill wit' Siddy amongst all of the festivity. I was trying to tell him to just relax, go with the flow, wear some beads man, feel the love but I got the impression Sid was not listening to me...
He was thinking about cake. Cakey cakey cake. And lamingtons. And some more cake. 
I got the taste for snakes - the lolly ones of course. Dad says I can't kill, skin and eat my own real snake till I am at least four.
And here's me with Mrs Kissy Kissy. I think her real name is Lucy, but it's all about the kissy kissy.Hmmm, if this late November....there must be some fat man in a red suit turning up soon...
Cheers
Harper
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