boy in a dress
Alright, it’s not really a dress.
It’s a gown.
So that’s totally different, yeah?
Clearly, James was facing baptism. And he faced it with the same chubby happiness that epitomises his outlook on life.
Wear a dress? No problem.
Get unexpectedly sprinkled with water? Whatever, dude.
What? You want to put oil on my head? Cool. As long as he gets fed, and loved.
James’ nana came round to help him dress. Ava and Poppy helped too. His christening gown has been in the family for a fair old while now – both of the girls wore it.
I had to stop taking pictures at the church – priestly orders. And you know – I had fatherly stuff to attend to as well.