one.
The baby boy is one. How is that possible? It was only yesterday Cassidy was smooshing him at the hospital. Now she’s…………well, still smooshing him, just not at the hospital.
He is, of course, one of the most beautiful baby boys that ever lived and we love him to pieces. He has permanently inflated cheeks that bring out the pinching grandmother in all of us and other limbs all begging to be bitten. I realise this makes me sound rather Twilight-ish, but I don’t care. If you’ve never bitten a baby, you haven’t lived.
He does however, have one unforgiveable fault. He has decided that looking into my camera equals looking at a world that has run out of milk. I bring the thing anywhere near him and he cries. Actually, he scrinches up his face in the most appalling and horrified expression first, then he cries. And crawls away as fast as his beefy little thighs will carry him. This has gone on several times recently when I’ve tried to snap him unsuspectingly. Today he came over for a visit and I said enough was enough; this just wasn’t on.
After several failed attempts, tears from William and almost-tears from aunty Kate at my lack of talent in baby photography, we concocted a cunning plan. Not that cunning really – it centred around Emma since she was the only one able to distract him. We managed to score five minutes of shooting time with Em and Nanna putting on a show to rival Cirque de Soleil.
I give you Camera Shy William.
He looks sweet in the fourth photo but he’s actually attempting to grab the end of my lens and do some sort of baby body-slam with it into the ground.
No babies were harmed in the making of these photos. Just one photographer’s pride was 
