Just look at that southern screamer...
Not the chick on the right, but the feathered friend on the left. That's a Southern Screamer, so called because... um... well, I don't really know. But presumably because it kicks up a fuss if you take it north of Watford.
And here's the photo Am was taking at the time...
It's like looking at birds through a net curtain. Which is something I know nothing about.
Anyhoo, publishing those holiday snaps yesterday reminded me that I hadn't looked at any of the photos Amelie took while we were away. I gave her my old camera to use, so she spent a lot of the holiday stalking us like a freelance paparazzo and taking pictures without our consent. She has a habit of holding the camera with her thumb on the lens, so I was expecting the memory card to have her fingerprints all over it, but when I checked first thing this morning, I discovered some pretty decent shots. So here's a selection from my daughter's recent portfolio...
Toby excited to be leaving our chalet:
And looking lovingly at his sister:
Self portrait of the artist:
Driving out of the holiday park to visit the zoo:
Are we there yet?
Daddy sprints towards the entrance with Lisa's arse on the right:
Disco Bear relaxes with a couple of relatives:
Toby lovin' it:
Daddy going down on one knee:
Hair done, scarf on, it's Mummy on the move:
Daddy belting up:
Toby still smiling:
Amelie still posing:
And finally, a photo Am took at home this week. I've been trying to document Toby's new teeth for ages, but the moment I get out my camera, he refuses to open his mouth. I should have just left it to his sister...
He's moved on from radish stabber to monster muncher.