Entertaining

Hi again

Whoa! Two posts in one night! This follows two posts in one month! What is going on! Madness! And can I please stop using exclamation marks! They really are the last resort of bad writers!

Anyway, I have been busy. In the last few weeks, I have had to entertain Lisa, Mama and Papa and Jo. That's pretty hard work, although, I must be honest, it wasn't really at all.

It was my pleasure, although not as much of a pleasure as it was for them.

Here are some pics from that time, and a few crackers of just me being, well, me. Grouse that is.

I love mirrors. The baby in this one is HOTT. Wonder who he is?

I learnt this at band camp. Uncle Aaron is gonna teach me guitar. He learnt guitar so chicks would like him

Mama and Papa right before they jumped on the Indian Pacific to go to Perth. I can't wait till I go somewhere. Apparently we are off to Canberra soon. Mmmm

In the backyard with Gillian. Behind us is the birdfeeder Dad got for father's day. He needs help attracting the birds, according to mum. I didn't understand what she meant

I don't get fed enough, so I supplement my diet with coathangers. This one was very tasty

I spend a lot of time hanging off mum's hips. It's a happy place

Um, sorry about the drool all over your shoulder Jo. It's my calling card. And I only drool on those I really like

Dad taught me the words to the Hawthorn theme song. I fully expect to be singing it after the Grand Final when the Hawks smash the Cats. That would shut Auntie Alice and Uncle Tom right up...Go you Hawks!

Cheerio
Harper

APEC'ing around

Hi everyone

As you all know, Sydney hosted APEC. I thought "well, it's not very often you get the chance to see some of the world's most powerful and inspirational leaders, plus John Howard and George W Bush, all in one place. I should check this out." So I did.

Below are my amazing pics.

That's me hanging with Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper. Great name. And when I licked him, he tasted like maple syrup. Mmmmm.

And yes, I did meet New Zealand Prime Minister Helen Clarke. She didn't like it when I asked where her man-bag was.

I had the chance to speak to US President George W Bush. It didn't go so well - i realised at just four months old, I was way smarter than him.

And lastly, here is was happened when I met John Howard. Sorry Jeanette, I am sure that will come out with some Nappy San.

Ah, APEC - so much good will come out of it. I just hope the fuzz don't find this blog and censor my pics. They are pretty hard hitting and they have skin thinner than that Kiera Knightley chick.

Cheers Harper.

No news is...no news

hi everyone

You know, i get a bit of time to hang out and ponder. My favourite place to ponder is beneath my fishy mobile.


Those funny fish are, well, funny. I also like to ponder in my cot, propped up on some pillows while mum does housewife stuff.


Other days, I read classic literature and then ponder. 'My Farm Friends' is an cautionary tale of drug use, most obviously LSD, as creatures such as Peggy the Pig, Donald the Donkey, Cassie the Cow and Gladys the Goat are all very oddly coloured, almost paisley-like. It's a total farmyard freak out. It makes me ponder what life was like in the '70s, when drugs were cool, sex was safe and TV had only just become colour. Then I ponder the big questions, like is it only me who thinks fists are tasty? Will it stop raining here in Campsie? Will the E! channel ever play a new Girls of the Playboy Mansion or am I doomed to more repeats?

So much to think about. So much time.

Till next time
Harper

At least I looked good

Hi everyone

Last weekend I finally got to Henson Park to see the Jets play. Well, OK, I didn't actually see much of them actually playing, what with my inability to see things that far away and my crushing lack of interest due to the sub zero temperature winds.

Anyway, here's a few pics of what will always be remembered as my first Henno experience.

Oh, and Jets lost 16-19 to some Kiwi team. Boooooo.

Cheers
Harper

While Dad can look, I just couldn't. It wasn't a good Jets performance

Hanging out with mum after the game. Check out the beer gut behind me...

Uncle Svenny is drinking a coke 'cos he had a few cans the night before. It's OK though, Dad got a cold can of KB into him by the end of the game

A quiet post game drink in the car. Mmmm, warm milk on a freezing day

Handymen ahoy and a little buddy growing

Hello everyone

Auntie Alice and Uncle Greg were in town on the weekend. While Uncle Greggy showed dad how to fix shed doors, hang clotheslines and use a caulking gun, Auntie Alice and mum talked about how babies come out.

Which sounds kinda familiar.

Anyway, is that baby in there gonna be ace fun to play with down the track or what. If baby turns out as sporty as Auntie AND as handy with tools as Uncle, they are gonna be able to build goal posts then kick the Sherrin through from 50m on a tight angle. And that's just if it's a girl.

It was ace fun having Alice and Greg here, they were very keen to see how this baby thing worked. So i showed them - the random crying, the explosive poo in nappies, the inability to just go to sleep and the wide range of vomiting i have perfected. OK, i busted out some the big smiles and ace cuddles that i am famous for as well.

Of course, you all wanna see the pics. So without any further ado...

A cuddle with Alice

Greggy is funny. I mean, really, who would want to ride a BMW?

Auntie Alice is sooooooo Aussie she should be Aussie of the Year every year for ever

Uncle Greg learns that sometimes you can't fix a crying baby. Unless there is a socket set handy, then he probably could

Our guests, the one on the left is busy growing my cousin

Me, mum and dad outside our house. Where are my sunnies?

This is the authors 14th blog. He lives in Campsie with his mother, father, a fish called Peter Allen and a blue monkey called Monkey.

Rumours! None of them are true!

Hi

Now, apparently some of you seem to think that Dad writes this blog for me. You know, some sort of ghost writing deal, like I am the face of it all, but don't do the hard yards coming up with the written GOLD these posts contain.

Well, it's just not true. And here's proof - the below pic is of me knocking out the last blog, as well as an essay on classical architecture of 18th century Venice, an epic poem about the Battle of Midway and then, just to top it off, I wrote a instruction manual for mum, so she can learn how to turn off light switches.


Recently, I was visited by both sets of grand parents. It was a good time, I was rightly spoiled rotten and given gifts, cuddles and more cuddles.

So, now I have proven I write these blogs, sit back an enjoy pics of me with various older people.

Enjoy

Harper

Papa said the Bulldogs would win the Premiership. Yeah, onya papa, dream on...

Popa said when I was old enough, I could caddy for him. I am not so sure about that.

Nana's arms are a good place to catch a few minutes sleep

While ma ma expects me to vomit, I am contemplating my next novel. I think it will be about poo

When not being a baby, I like to be a zombie and eat brains. In my ace jumper from Peru. So that makes me a tiny Peruvian zombie. They are the best...

Will Harper think the '00s were hilarious?

Hi there

Today it's three pics of me and one of Scott Carne, Brian Mannix and Sean Kelly, as taken on dad's camera phone last Friday night, when he was at a dodgy club watching these washed up 80s singers strut their stuff for their adoring 40-year-old plus crowd. Dad was happy, he was one of the youngest there and the beer was at 80s prices.

For those of you who don't know who the above are, they were in the bands Kids in the Kitchen, Uncanny X-Men and Models. Still don't know? Get a musical education!

Anyway, back to me. The first pic of me is with dad, watching telly. Probably footy. Although dad doesn't seem to be swearing. The second pic is of me just chilling with mum. The third pic of me is a bit full on, but i think it's strong.

Anyway, here's the pics. Enjoy now.

Love
harper

Scott Carne, Brian Mannix, Sean Kelly - Absolutely '80s, absolutely brilliant...

I love Foxtel. Especially when Girls of the Playboy Mansion is on. Mmmm, yum.

Chillin' with my homies...well that would be mum. But that's sweet.

Don't mess with me. No, seriously, don't. Cos I can fill a nappy like you wouldn't believe.