Hello everyone. I have had a very exciting few weeks since the wedding of my parents friends - including five social events in a row this past week. Thanks for all your emails. I literally pooped my pants when my parents read them to me, and when I work out how to do it, I will stick them onto this web page, as some of them are quite funny.

Last Thursday I went to the Sydney Opera House for the first time, and saw the Pirates of Penzance. It was the first time I ever met a Pirate, and the first Pirate I met was Anthony Warlow, who looked kind of scary - I didn't quite know what to make of him and his dreadlocks and things. I then met David Hobson - see the photo below - who whisked me away, and took me back to Anthony Warlow, which scared me again. You can see in the picture that he is wearing a lot of make-up and a blue dress, but dad says that's normal for people backstage before a performance, and you only have to worry about it if you see David wearing the blue dress when he's going home through stage-door. Anyway, I loved the show, and sang along to some of the tunes, until I went to sleep on the floor of the sound booth as Mabel came on. I checked out the computers in the office earlier in the night, and enjoyed myself immensely. If Pirates wasn't enough, on Thursday I also went to my first birthday party - not my first birthday party as I'm not yet one, but the first birthday party that I had attended - which was Scarlett Cooper's first birthday. I promptly fell asleep upon arrival (see photo below), and was a little annoyed as only the parents were allowed to have cake, and I missed out anyway cause I was asleep.


On Friday night I went out for Pizza in Haberfield, with mum and dad and Uncle Stu (who doesn't look much like he could be dad's brother) and his gorgeous wife. Everything they say about La disfida is correct as regards to service - I was ignored the whole night, and am still waiting for my order to be taken.

Then Saturday, Auntie Sib looked after me while my parents finally fixed up the back garden, and then we went to Drinks at Bindi and Simon's. They live in the outer atmosphere of the Sydney skyline - and it was 15 degrees cooler, and a lot windier on their balcony than back down on Earth. Lucky I am so fat, otherwise I would have been blown off in the gale.

On Sunday I had my first train ride - and we went to the Blue Mountains - another place where its 15 degrees cooler and a lot windier than in Sydney - to the Birthday party of Morag Beaton. We were sitting at a table of opera queens - or so dad said, but I didn't see any crown jewels. It was the who's who of the Opera world from the 1970s, and there were a lot of people walking about saying "who's that? who's that?", and there was lots of "oh dahhhhrling, I loved you in Turandot", and then Morag sang, and I have now heard an 80 year old sing, which is a sound to behold. And I have also heard Geoffrey Tozer play the piano, and then we heard another person get up and sing, and then another, and it turned into a bit of a geriatrics Karaoke event, and then all of a sudden we realised we had to leave to catch the train home again, so we escaped back down to Sydney.

Bindi and me at drinks


















Simon offers me hot dogs to go - the only man on the planet who thinks I need further fattening!

Yes Mummy, I am very cute aren't I?

















Due to the indisposition of Ruth Thomas, the role of Company Manager in tonight's performance will be played by . . . .

Hard at work in my new job at the Sydney Opera House













Here I am at Scarlett's Party - all lined up for a photo.













This man is the second pirate I met at the Sydney Opera House


















Here I am with Libby Hill, who is taking all the Pirates to Canberra, Brisbane and Adelaide, that's when she's not running OperatunityOz stuff for the Opera.

Lunch at Balmoral with Scottie, Bree, Mel & Mum



























My mate Prince William dropped by today. . . We had a royal old time . . .

Hello everyone . . . I am fourteen weeks old today, and I have just been to a big party at my parent's friends - Jo and Matt - who were married yesterday. It was great fun, except everyone was trying to be really nice about how fat I currently am, saying stuff to mum like "oh what a cute little buddha", "you're feeding well aren't you", and "you're hardly starving". Anyway, I am now more than eight kilograms, most of which I have put on on my arms and thighs. I have made quite a few developments in the last week or so, including shaking a rattle, discovering my hands (and sticking my fist in my mouth), and peek-a-boo, which I like best with daddy's friend scottie . . . (daddy's a bit jealous of that).

My last bit of news is that I now have my own email address - harrybudd@gmail.com - and I'd love to know if there's anyone out there still looking at these pictures - so please drop me a line and let me know. I won't be able to reply in person for a few years, but will still appreciate it when dad reads me your emails.
Thanks
H

Me with Granny and my Mummy

Harry & Kate











Harry, just after Alex told a joke

Harry & Ruth












Ellie Jess & Harry - his very first baby sitters!