When I Go to Work

So what happens when I go to work? I've always been kind of curious. I mean, worst nightmare is that Jeffrey sits and plays video games while Mads chugs lighter fluid and plays with matches. Now, I don't think it's really that extreme, but I have wondered on a few occasions (5,000 times a day) if Jeffrey is taking proper care of our little ankle biter when I'm not around. Jeffrey's a good guy, and an awesome daddy, but sometimes he gets a little scatter-brained. Scatter-brained + toddling, curious baby = nothing good. While I was going through my camera yesterday, I found a video that Jeffrey had taken:

I'm not worried anymore, although I would appreciate it if he'd expose her to better music. Yucky rap.