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