Um, I didn't ask for competition...

Hi fans

As you all know, I have a new baby brother called Monty. He is pretty ace. Obviously not as cute as me but man, pretty damn close. Almost a tie I reckon.

So here are some pics of me, and and just a couple of him, and I will let you decide. Of course, if you say him, I won't speak to you again.

Just saying.

Here's what I have been up to:

It's been raining here. While Dad moans about the grass being wrecked, I think it splashing is ace fun. Harden the firetruck up old man, I say.

When I go to a fancy dress and the theme is 'come dressed in your favourite outfit', well, there is only one choice - go dressed as a plumber. Mum wouldn't let me show off a bit of bum crack though, which is a shame. I am sure Uncle Tommy is all about the bum crack.

So cute. Monty is not bad either.

Some days it's all a bit rough and you gotta just have a cry. Ideally, your mum wouldn't take a photo of it, but there you go.

Some days I just get the iPod out and rock. I quite like the Kings of Leon and the other day got right into The Cult. I also quite like Justine Clarke, but don't tell anyone.

The bath - my other sanctuary, where I can play with bubbles, drink the water and, er, do other things with at least some privacy. Well, none actually as mum or dad is always watching and some nights, mum has that camera out again.

My career as an aeronautical engineer is coming along. This plane is actually safer than a Qantas jet.

I am taking my big brother role seriously. Here's me checking to make sure Monty is still asleep. Good, he is, now more attention for me.

And I do still like to grab some zzzzzs on the couch from time to time. I have been busy cooking up something for you all...that's coming soon.

I have spotted Monty mucking around on the computer while I have been busy doing other stuff...I think he is up to something. He better not be starting his own blog. Man, there is enough competition already.

Yes Sid, I am talking about you bro.

Till next time
Harper

Two two, check one two

Why hello there

Forgive me if I sound a little older, but I am now two years old, so it's only natural that I shall start to sound more grown up.

I celebrated my birthday over three days - Thursday with some ladies, Friday with mum and dad and Saturday with special guests. Wanna see? Sure you do.

Thursday - I am hanging with my posse of sweet ladies, Laura, Olivia, Grace and Chloe. There was cake.

As it turns out, I quite like cake.

Friday - all these presents magically turned up. Mum and dad gave me some building blocks, which are pretty ace.

Auntie Kara sent me a card with felt animals on it - a few hours were well spent playing with that.

That night, we went out for dinner. Mum and dad took me to Venice. For real. It looked a bit like Croydon Park to me, and the pizza tasted a lot like Rene's. What a coincidence.

Saturday - all good days can start like this. Here I am, my first beater to lick.

The cake mum made was very very grouse. It had butterflies and real life bits of the front hedge on it. And candles. Two of them.

It was these candles I would blow out in the company of Gillian and Aaron, Ava and little Audrey and their parents Kate and Stuart as well as Imogen, who brought her folks Natasha and Garrett along as well.

And I am still singing 'happy birthday' even now. Next year, my birthday goes for a week...

Hip hip hooray
Harper

Bubba time soon soon

Hey again

Man, four blogs in one night - madness.

Last one is a quick one. Mummy has a bubby in her tummy. And this bubby is coming home soon. That's all I have worked out so far, which is enough cos I reckon that sounds coooool.

Mum asked dad to take a pic of her and her belly.

I had some ideas on how to make the pic better, but instead I gave bubba a kiss and went and played cars. Well, I am only two (almost) so my attention span is pretty short.

Cheers
Harper

Fixing my ride

Hi there

A quick story...I was hooning about the backyard in my sweet-as car when it started making some weird sounds. Now, this was a worry - my car is a highly-tuned piece of automotive machinery. It needed urgent fixing.

So I got down and inspected the fluid that was leaking. Happily it wasn't petrol, brake fluid or anything that would disolve the side of my face.

Then I had a closer look at the rear left wheel - I think there was where I could find the issue. I couldn't remember running over anything...

And there you go - a stick. Naughty stick.

Problem solved - back to hooning around the backyard looking for chicks to impress. I might have to ask the oldies to have a car stereo installed...

Cheers
Harper

Easter goodness

Hi again

There was this Easter thing that came along. Now, I'm not gonna pretend to know what that's about, but all I know is it meant Dad was home for four days in a row, we had people over and there was much fun.

Helen and Jones came over and got to play my favourite game - Make Aaron Draw You Something. I think Jones said 'dog'.

Jones and I hung out on the kids table. Cos apparently we are kids or something.

We played a game called Find The Easter Eggs. And I was really good at it and found them all. Although a few days later I heard other kids got eggs made from chocolate - mine were made from paper. So ripped off!

And I got to stay up late and enjoy the view from dad's shoulders. What an Easter.

I am already looking forward to next year's Easter. Although I will be talking to this Easter Bunny character about the egg situation...

Cheers
Harper

A little man, in demand

Hi folks

Sorry about the gap between blogs - bit of an technical issue but mum and dad gave some money to some nerds, it's now all fixed. So, to bring you up to speed....I've been hanging out. You know, doing stuff.

Every goood day involves me hangin' with some sweet ladies. From left, Laura, Chloe, Grace and Olivia discussing how great I am. I pretend to not listen.

Then there was some footy. The Hawks early season form had me worried, hence the Cats top, to cover my bases. I was on the phone to Sneaky Pete my bookie, putting a box of matches on the Hawks to beat the Eagles. And they did - Redheads for everyone!

I take dinner very seriously, taking time each night to study the cookbooks and to offer mum some suggestions. Here's a tip - it will probably involve pasta.

I have also taken to catching up on my other work - book critic. Here, I was reviewing Henry, which is a book about a boy who catches Imaginitis. Sounds nasty, but it's not really. I heartily recommend this one - nice drawings, thrilling story and a twist at the end. 4/5.

All this is pretty tiring - I have been known to nod off on the couch from time to time. I have a theory I might continue to do this for the next 90 years...

And the updating will continue...alright!

Cheers
Harper

Just me, chillaxing

Hi there

Yeah, just some happy snaps of me, just doing the stuff I do. Think of this as a sneaky peak into the life of Harper, cos none of the other blogs are that...

Here's me catching up on some important reading - Hawk Talk. Some of the new recruits are barely older than me. Note, I am eating strawberries. This excites mum a lot. She is so easily pleased.

Here's me in the bath. I can't remember all of what happened, but I do remember this - there was a giant fish and I thought it looked tasty so I tried to catch it. Next thing I know, I am looking like I have been trapped by a baddie in Scooby Doo.

Here's me at Dan and Helen's house for Jones's second birthday. While I am checking out the dogs, Jones auditioned for So You Think You've Got New Pants. Turned out, she did. Hooray.

Here's me reading my mail. I get a bit of fan mail you know. I like to read it during breakfast, to get on top of my correspondance early. This one was a card from a crazy fan from Shepparton.

I like to write back to my fans. To the crazy fan in Shepp, I wrote "Thanks for your card, it had nice chickens on it. I like chicks. I am Ok about cows, cos I know sometimes you can't be fussy. Thanks for the card, it was tops, love Harper." I know I made someone's day...

So there you go, crazy times in Campsie (and Harris Park).

Cheers
Harper