One of the first videos I took a few weeks ago. My boy demonstrates his patented Brow Furrowing for me as I explain that the camera can do movies as well as pictures.

This one is from our day at the Duck Park where Georgia does absolutely nothing but take a drink from the bottle.

She just happens to do it in absolutley the most adorable way possible. Seriously, look how well she gets the lid back on and secures it, and she’s only three, dextrous little monkey… that’s why I get so nervous in the mornings when I can’t hear what she’s up to. She gets into EVERYTHING.

*Sigh* Least she’s cute…

This one was a while ago, after the Royal Show as you can tell by the toys and packaging scattered all over the floor, and I was simply asking her to tell me her name.

She’s obviously heard someone answer that question with “I’m Batman” but, once again, I have NO IDEA where she would’ve gotten that. No idea AT ALL.

In this one she finally answers with the cutest answer of all answers, “Georgia Puddin’ and Pie.”

I’m starting to wonder… do I gush enough about my kids? No? Awright, here’s more…

This one was a while ago too, and I obviously had all of my wonderful family and friends back home in mind while I took it.

Seriously, if this doesn’t melt your li’l heart then you need to go and get it back out from underneath all of your Baby Seal clubs.

The two of them had been doing this little routine for so long, while I stood there doing dishes, that I finally dried my hands and grabbed the camera.

My first attempt at filming it netted Damon’s version with the words “fart,” “poo,” and “butt” substituted for every noun. While I snickered childishly during filming, he got a lecture, pouted, dropped his toy on the floor and tried to walk out. Further lecturing and some pandering got him back in for Take Two.

Whenever Roni (sis-in-law) and Sam hit the town, they usually break out the firetwirling sticks. It took me a while to figure out that the entire family can “fahtwehl” (with the exception of Jo she tells me, though I call bullshit on that one) and they all rock at it, especially brother-in-law Chris (in the background).

This was the first time I’d ever touched one and I am really only proud that I didn’t burn the crap out of myself. That may or may not have had something to do with the fact that the damn thing kept going out, or it might’ve just been camera shy, you never know.

We re-lit it, I started twehling, Jo got camera ready, and the damn thing went out AGAIN.

Listen close and you can hear Roni’s commentary on my flammability (or lack thereof).

Chris took up firetricks from Roni and Sam, and is mostly self-taught (um, like me), and is freakin’ JACKIE CHAN, I swear.

His voice is the random unintelligible grunting and mine is the one taunting him in the same dialect.

Jo got pics to officially prove that I was actually swinging around a stick on fire. It might not have even been moving at the time this was taken, as it looks like I’m simply holding it out and giving a forecast (”It’ll be a scorcher for all you Scarborough folks tomorrow, but it’ll cool off by the weekend…”)

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My boy wasn’t terribly interested in the camera as he “had to teww me sumping” about the similarties of our shirts. He LOVES when we have the same kind of stuff on, though he frequently looks far cooler in his “Bob the Builder” sandals and Spider-Man shirt than I do.