Likewise, we have hundreds - perhaps thousands - of pictures of Rory, but they've never made it to the wall. Visitors to my house may be forgiven for thinking that I don't care about family enough to have them on display, but it's exactly the opposite - they're just not perfect enough.
With this in mind, I decided that a family photo shoot may be the only way forward. Now, when I talk about photographs not being perfect enough, I'm not talking about the lighting or the focus or the expressions on our faces. What I mean is that nothing quite seems to capture us as we really are, and I knew that nothing taken in an impersonal studio would capture us either. Rich and I are very very silly and when two silly people get married and have a child, the child comes out silly. Rory has laughed constantly since he was a few weeks old. In fact, the three of us rarely stop laughing. Our days are filled with funny faces, chasing around the house after each other and general messing about. Our days are not filled with tidiness and order or routine or beautiful clothes or any other Cath Kidston perfect version of family life. We are unruly. We have uncontrollable hair. We are not what one could ever call 'picture perfect'.
Enter Hannah Millard, a photographer whose work I have followed for quite a while. I've watched her raw talent grow and grow into something really rather special, and I knew that she was the perfect person to capture my family in all our domestic disgrace. She's quirky and original and her beautiful wedding photographs and portraits are full of happiness and character. We emailed back and forth for a few weeks, throwing around ideas for our collaboration, eventually emerging with a picnic theme with a difference. An enormous, messy, disgraceful difference. I won't say any more, I'll just leave you to look at some of the photos safe in the knowledge that our once bare walls are now spoilt for choice:
What do we think the odds are of Rory flinging a scone at a waitress next time we have lunch in a cafe?