Anthony and Shea were Damian's god-parents. The priest's hand belongs to Kevin who was home at the time.We had a great party afterwards. Shea offered to wash up before they went home and managed to drop a complete tea service. She was terribly upset and replaced the lot with a much better one.

Damian's teeth were quite slow in growing and for a long time he had just one in the front. We used to call it his 'pickle stabber'.

When Hugh was born I came home from the hospital with a cowboy hat for each of the others. Damian, here very pleased with his.

Damian looking important with his first communion certificate.

The long haired phase. Damian would not wear anything that looked new. We bought him a great coat and he rolled it up under his mattress until it looked suitably scruffy.

In the Antarctic. A minke whale rising through a breathing hole. Damian just missed being eligible to join the exclusive 'Whale Patters Club'. The ice was too mushy to risk getting any nearer.