It’s Christmas Eve. We have things to do. You know, food to prep, dishes to wash, and… certain parental duties to attend to. You know, once the girls are well and truly asleep. The girls are quite beautifully excited. They made treats today, with my wife. There are two pieces of home made Rocky Road, a…
I have been kinda knee deep in weddings. Shooting. Editing. Processing. Delivering. Designing albums. I love it. I love every aspect of it. Well, maybe not culling, but hey. So, I have got a lot of stuff to post, which is cool. But I haven’t posted anything personal for a while, and you know, one…
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…
James is 4 months old. I seriously don’t know how that happened. But that’s not the ridiculous thing. It’s not that he is so happy, and responsive. It’s not that his favourite thing in the whole world is blowing raspberries. It’s ridiculous how much he loves his bath. And how, when he curls his chubby…
