What I like about that video is not the fact that Toby can walk, or that Amelie can blend into the background like a master of disguise, and go completely unnoticed by all but the keenest-eyed viewer. It's the look she gives me at the end, as she rushes to her brother's aid, and realises that her father's doing sod-all to help. It's a look I see quite often.
Thursday, November 07, 2013
At the age of fifteen months, Toby's still refusing to walk across the floor unaided, no matter how much I try to tempt him with biscuits, building blocks and pictures of nipples. (I keep the latter around purely for that purpose). But stick a flamingo and a rabbit in a pink buggy, and he's marching down the hallway like a German in Poland...
What I like about that video is not the fact that Toby can walk, or that Amelie can blend into the background like a master of disguise, and go completely unnoticed by all but the keenest-eyed viewer. It's the look she gives me at the end, as she rushes to her brother's aid, and realises that her father's doing sod-all to help. It's a look I see quite often.
What I like about that video is not the fact that Toby can walk, or that Amelie can blend into the background like a master of disguise, and go completely unnoticed by all but the keenest-eyed viewer. It's the look she gives me at the end, as she rushes to her brother's aid, and realises that her father's doing sod-all to help. It's a look I see quite often.
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3 comments:
Congrats Tobes! And I like the way that the dulcet tones of the Night Garden are playing in the background.
I've watched it twice, and I still can't spot your daughter anywhere.
She's very unobtrusive, Dave!
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