Love the horrified expression, but I’m not sure what caused it – I think gifts were being opened at this point.

A clear sign you’re growing older is when people you went to high school with start having children.

This sweet little boy was the resident baby at the shower – a balloon tied to his ankle, you could see it bobbing behind him as he crawled rapidly around the room, squawking happily.

Flushed from riding his bike in the backyard, he grins up at me.

Listening to a story before bedtime.

My Baby Cousin – I can never be bothered properly classifying my cousins’ children, as cousins-once-removeds or whatever they are, as they are all too small for such long titles – was terribly fascinating by my camera, and kept toddling over to stare seriously into the lens.

I spent the morning at our book club picnic, and sat back to snap a few portraits while Radha was telling a story.

Relaxing at the book club picnic, where we discussed The Kite Runner.