Yo peeps
I was hangin' wit' me homey S Diddy
Down in Ho-Ho-Hobart for Chriddy
We were rocking the country town some call a city
And then it was all over - such a pity.
But mum took bulk loads of pics...
Me and my boy S Diddy just chillaxing in front of some Maisy. Word!
We are awesome with knives. Especially blunt ones that butter trumpets.
We are also awesome at unwrapping presents.
Here's me and S Diddy doing, um, something. It may have involved a bumble bee.
Diddy is so cool, he just busts beats where ever he damn well feels like it.
Blow up balls on bad pine outdoor furniture. What's with that?
Sometimes the fun is too much, and I had to take a nap in the Cadbury room. And sometimes, a gorilla would start drumming to Phil Collins.
Ice cream. I just cleaned Auntie Lucy right out of vanilla.
Then it was time for rumbling on a big bed.
Here's S Diddy, caught in a solitary moment. He was planning his next adventure...
...which involved going to Ibiza with me. Or Sandy Bay in Hobart. Where there was indeed sand.
When in Hobart, we travel in a sweet pimpin' machine. How it didn't spontaneously explode is a miracle.
It was even roomy enough for Auntie Alice's phat guts.
One day, we went to the top of the world and looked down on all the little people.
Back at Tommy's, I road tested his tent. This can only be done by running very fast through it a lot.
I don't know who decided they would pose for a KMart catalogue. I certainly wasn't getting involved in that. I pose only for exclusive brands. And I will put $20 on ma ma not sending a link to this blog to her mates...
It was a huuuuuge Christmas. A big shout out to all the peeps who made it possible. S Diddy and I are still talking about how we owned that town...
Cheers
Harper
Firstly, I am busy with Monty, bringing him up to speed on how stuff works. Like flaps in books and how Hippos can and will hang out on your roof while eating cake.
Then I have a great new multi-level car park to run. The cars all go 'brooooooooom'.
And they do wheelies down the ramps.
I also have a great new gingerbread man recipe that we found in an old Winnie the Pooh cookbook. However, one man stepped out of line so I bit off his head as a warning to the others...
And lastly, after a long day, good boys have hot chocolate and a cup cake. Yummy.
There I was, in the bathroom, having my face washed. Now, how did it get messy?
Ah, here is my face messy. I think mum is trying to eat my face too. So what is on my face?
Ah, something I cooked. I can see chocolate cake mix...but how did I decide on that?
Of course, I always want chocolate cake. Case solved.
I made this Christmas tree. That's art people. You can't buy this in a shop. You can however photograph it on our front door.
Mum and dad are crafty as well. Mum found this on the side of the road, dad put some screws and liquid nails in it, I had a signwriter in and now I have my own business up and running.
It's a landscaping and design business. I do lawns as well.
I am thinking of turning my photography hobby into a career as well. Although my current portfolio is made up of out of focus pics of my fingers. I don't know how that always happens.
And all blogs should end with me eating cake (and not with dad drinking beer). We went to the Concordia Club in Tempe, which is a German club I am told, for mum's birthday. It was ausgezeichnet, meinen Freunden.
Your author lives in Campsie, NSW with his two parents, baby brother and brand new plastic tea set from Aldi...
I've been cooking. Auntie Jo came to visit from somewhere dad called 'bumtruck west', whatever that means. She bought me ace pressies - an apron that came with a great hat and some silicon star-shaped patty, er, tins. 
I got to show nana and popa how to make cake.
Then it was time for bubbles in the backyard with Auntie Jo. We don't let a bit of rain stop us.
Undies. The more 80s, the better.
And playing trains is so much more fun when you have your favourite pair of red undies on.
The other day, I played James at table tennis. Of course, I won. 
I went to the city with mum to visit Ceri and Sydney. From their balcony you can see the city of Sydney. I wonder how Ceri and Ezra came up with the name Sydney for their little girl...
We went to see some art. This was my favourite - trains. I am in the double stroller, telling Monty all about how great trains are. Cos they are great. Especially when you have red undies on.
I have started a new band with my grouse little friend Immy. I am on keyboard, she rocks the percussion. Our sound would be called 'arty', somewhere between Architecture in Helsinki and the Ting Tings, with some Justine Clarke for good measure.
