Hi world

A bumper crop of ace pics of me for your enjoyment. I have been celebrating a bunch of firsts - my first roll, my first solid food, first nights in my my own room, first car trips now my car seat faces forward (finally, how boring is looking at the back windscreen!) and on it goes.

So, to the fun:

All good weekends start with cereal, papers and me standing on dad's groin.

Then it's out to the garden where Mum has hung some plants on the fence. She's pretty happy with her handy work.

Rolling over is my favourite past time, along side eating my fist and drooling as much as possible. Mmm, drool...

Hey! I'm not in this! And I don't remember this pic being taken. Someone is going to be sacked if it happens again. Anyway, this is dad and his new BBQ. He is such a white boy geek.

That's it, whoever loads these pics onto the blog is GONE. Although the Weber Q220 does look great loaded with steak, sausos, capsicum, mushrooms and asparagus. And I understand the food was tasty as well. Apparently my lack of teeth is why I didn't get any. Sure...

Now this is better. How cool am I in my heirloom highchair with my grouse bib on? I am about to eat solids for the first time and I was pretty damn happy about it.

Now, someone else is going to be sacked. I am NOT Elmer Fudd. It's important you know that I ate this, and it was yum.

Before i sign off, thanks to Debs for being the number one person for leaving comments. You rule.

Also, keep an eye out for a very special blog, one like you've never seen before. All will be revealed soon...

Cheers
Harper

And then....

Just cos you all can't get enough of me,

Here's a collection of pics that really sum up the last few weeks. They can speak for themselves, but I prefer to speak for them.

This is mum's mums group. Mum had them all over the other day for a tour of Campsie then lunch at ours. I got to chill with some homies my own size, which was fun. No one else had a beaut green nappy like mine though. Losers.

The mum's group settled in around the new outdoor furniture and talked about sleeping, feeding and pooing. They talked about us babies sometimes as well.
I met the famous Gibberace the other week. He was in Sydney to talk to some bloke about steam traction engines. Gibby started telling me about that, but I fell asleep.
Mum strikes a pose down near the mighty Cooks River. There is a long story as to why she needed a pic of me in the stroller with her, but you will have to buy next month's Cosmo Pregnancy magazine to hear about it.
My Auntie Alice made me this totally ace elephant. Here's me (in the clothes basket...again) trying to perform a trunkectomy. It's a tricky procedure to pull of when you are just five months old and have no veterinary training.

How cute am I? No, seriously, sometimes I look in the mirror and I am freaked out by how damn adorable I am. Puppies don't come near me 'cos they know they will look like old, fat, ugly footballs in my presence. And yes, I have discovered I have a tongue. New toy!

No, don't ring the child welfare agency - I am OK. It's just a shutter speed thing apparently. I was having a great time with mum on the bed, just laughing and playing. Although it does look like mum is going to eat me. She has mentioned before that I am delicious...I am a bit scared now. If I don't blog again in the next few weeks, come looking for me!

Cheers
Harper

We're a happy team at, er, Geelong

Hi all

AFL Grand Final day was a big one here. Mum's (supposed) team, Geelong, were in with their best chance to win a premiership in about 1000 years. Mum and dad's new outdoor furniture got its chance to shine, which is more than the new BBQ could do, seeing it's still on a boat somewhere between the US and here.

Anyway, I started my big day by relaxing on the bed. As you can see, I am looking mighty fine in blue and white. As for the pose, I draw my inspiration from Uncle Tom.

Later, I headed outside where Dan, Aaron, dad and Gillian were discussing the important things in life - footy, 80s TV shows and how to clean bat poo. Nice outdoor setting. And the TV got a rare outdoor trip.


Aaron was trying to convince me that Melbourne is the greatest place on earth. Yeah, if it's so great, why was I born in Sydney? Anyway, I will be down there soon to check it out for myself.

And there is always time to sit on mum's lap and just take in the sights.
Can't wait to watch the Hawks win next year.

Cheers
Harper

Time time time, see what's become of me

Hi everyone

Even at my tender age of nearly five months, I have come to learn that there are three types of people in the world:

1. Those who prefer the original folky rock Simon and Garfunkel version of Hazy Shade of Winter
2. Those who prefer the poppy rock Bangles version of Hazy Shade of Winter
3. Those who prefer the punky rock Bodyjar version of Hazy Shade of Winter

Me, I'm a number two. The Bangles rule and Susanna Hoffs is still hot. This is why I am currently addicted to sucking on plastic rings. They are bangle-like.

So, anyway, I went to Canberra last weekend. It was the first time I had left NSW. That felt good, 'cos really I am spiritually a Victorian. I like proper footy (that's AFL), rainy days and the blood that pumps through my little veins is 100% pure Vicco.

In Canberra, I caught up with Mel and Shaun and met their baby Henry, who is very ace. We've got plans to run amok when we're older, and can run.

I also met Tim, who dad used to work with. Tim and dad wandered around Kingston like a gay couple who adopted a baby. The bit were they both had one hand on the pram to push me along was very odd indeed.

I got to visit Old Parliament House and checked out the old House of Representatives and the Sentate. I swear I could still smell Bob Hawke. And then we went to the market, which was great fun.

On the way home, we stopped in at Scott, Anita and Owen's place in Goulburn and hung for a bit. Owen is the tallest four and a bit year old I've ever seen.

A big day, topped off only with me chucking a wobbly in the car. Well, it was boring. Seriously. When will mum and dad put a DVD player in the back so I can watch old AFL Grand Finals or the Best of the Bangles?

Below are some pics, cos that's what you're all here for. That's OK, I would be too.

Mum and I outside Old Parliament House. I really enjoyed the Prime Minister's Suite, very retro. Mum was off looking at the paintings in the National Portrait Gallery. No appreciation of history...

Dad and I about to head off into the Canberra morning. And man is Canberra a riot of activity early in the morning. We saw street cleaners, um, some rubbish, er, a car, and there was one business open - the newsagent, who was a bit startled when we walked in.

Mum and dad called this picture 'Boombah in the basin'. Bastards! It's puppy fat! I only weigh 7.5kgs, at least 30% of male babies are chubbier than me. Those fatties.

I am on a blanket that my great auntie Dot made for me. It's very grouse. 'My name is Harper' will probably be the second phrase I learn, right after 'Shhhh, go to sleep you little bugger'.

Could I be any more Victorian? Here I am, watching the Cats spank the Roos by 106 points. There is nothing more enjoyable than watching the team that beat my Hawks get flogged. Sans pants is compulsory, just ask my Uncle Tom.

And finally, me in the car on the way back from Canberra. Colourful cardigan? Check. Colourful beanie? Check. Colourful dogs to chew on? Check? Colourful language when mum and dad hit traffic on the M5? Oh yeah, that's a check.

Cheers
Harper

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