Actually, first day!
Soon, he was sleeping like this. One gets the French expression dormir les poings fermés.
First cuddle from cousin Isobel.
But mainly, this:
Bit puzzled about all those letters! Can you run them by me again?
Santa Claus lent me his uniform!
Low Sunday was the appointed day for Peter's christening. We came over a
few days early. Here is Peter modelling the Ecuadorian cardigan his Grannie
bought him in Spain.
Here, returning from a tiring walk:
Gurners are getting younger.
At last the big day dawns. But he can't hear what Father Michael is saying!
What's he going to do with that water?
I'm a busy bee
© Mike Murphy 2010, last modified: 2010-04-15