Well, I am managing to squeeze in and write this blog while dad is taking a rare break from the computer. He has written a 'to do' list and is ploughing his way through it in a vague attempt to avoid changing my diapers.
A lot has happened since I turned 1 and became an adult. I am still doing lots of walking, especially in my new outfits, and because of this activity my weight appears to have plateaued at 22lbs.
I'm growing taller though (30 inches), and already have size six feet. I think some height would add a sense of menace which could prove useful in the future.
I don't always walk around unaided though - occasionally I like to relax in my walker which also plays classical music, very sophisticated.
Every day is spent plotting diabolical deeds and honing my defensive skills - when I am not attacking dad and biting his knees, I like to engage in a friendly bout with my arch nemesis, Dr. Quackles McBeak.
Speaking of dad, I have to say that so far I am not impressed with his parenting abilities. In fact, the stuff he has been teaching me has, quite frankly, been downright irresponsible.
First, he taught me the correct Mr. Magoo face to pull to show my displeasure when forced to eat vegetables.
Then he showed me the joys of eating mashed potatoes without the aid of a bowl or a spoon.
Later he demonstrated the correct way to smoosh one's face up against the kitchen window in order to shock mum. Luckily, granny had just washed this window...
He's not all bad though - he did take me swimming today for the first time - I loved it!
I've been considering many new forms of transport in order to facilitate my world domination plans. After rejecting the box...
I then tried what I thought was a rocket - only to discover that is was a crude mock-up of a pineapple house. The shame.
Finally I settled for my big Cat truck - oh, and don't get me wrong, I don't normally drink and drive. This was just staged as a publicity shot.
OK chums - see you again soon,
HJB out.
7 comments:
Caught drinking & driving...without clothes on!! My my, you've been a busy boy! ;)
Looking adorable as ever, Harrison. Just want to squeeze you to pieces!!!
P.S. My nephew Jamie says hi.
For someone who's plotting to take over the world, you sure are a cutie!
For someone who's plotting to take over the world, you sure are a cutie!,
I have a bad feeling about this plotting...but, yah, boyfriend is gorram cute...LOL
Hold onto your diapers, girlfriend will be coming down for a visit soon. I'll be making arrangements with that lame excuse you call a father...LMAO
Avoiding the paparazzi is going to be a problem for you, young man!
Much love to you, sweet boy. xoxo
Harrison, it's important to learn . . . well . . . the important things in life . . . like how to effectively plaster one's face against a window, how to show disdain for eating vegetables, etc. One never can have too many skills.
About the rocket . . . well, sorry to hear about that. I, too, would have liked to take off for the wild blue yonder if given the chance. Hard to have one's hopes dashed like that. ;-)
Enjoy fall! And keep moving!!!
:-)
I am proud to be called a Minion!!
But there is no way you are 13 months old! Wait... 14 months now that it took me so long to comment.
I was held hostage by a rogue band of Wookiees, what can I say?
Love it! thanks for the update! SOOOOOOO CUTE!
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