There is a lovely tradition in my family involving a christening gown that my Grandmother (Nanny Pyke) started when her first grandchild was born. Apparently she had one of her relatives (Aunty Violet?) bring it over from America and since that time, each of the grandchildren were christened in it. By the time I was christened in it, it had already been used by about five or six of my cousins and sister (not sure whether Geoffrey was christened before me - he was born the day before me so it must have been close). Since then a number of other grandchildren have worn it.
My cousin Simon's little boy was the first great-grandchild to be christened in the dress a year ago.
Nick and I made a decision not to christen Ollie (probably something to do with being afraid we would be struck down upon entering a church) but this didn't stop me from getting some photos of Ollie in the big girly dress. He wasn't too sure about the whole thing and I think he suspected it was a bit feminine (possibly because Nick might have told him that).
Check out the third pic - Ollie totally looks like he is going in for a mouthful of gown.
The last two pics are of me wearing the same gown many many moons ago.
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