OK, no Christopher, but a cool sailing picture.

One last sailing picture of Grandpa.

So, have I earned my merit badge, yet?

The one and only picture of him in his sailing outfit.

Alice, where are you going?...
(Psst. It's a song. If you don't know it, then it won't be funny.)

Um. I'm not going to try to name this one. I'll only get in trouble.

Portrait of a Great Birthday.

No, I'm not going to hurl. I'm not done yet. Just one more bite....

Well, perhaps you would prefer brussel sprouts?

Possente amor mi chiama,
volar io deggio a lei:
il serto mio darei
per consolar quel cor.

So, this is how you do it, right?

Fortunately, Christopher has a Dad who will let him get messy. But Mom was very well-behaved, waiting patiently with her triage kit.

Happy First Birthday, Christopher.

Whoa! Stop! Runaway spaceship!

This kid is NEVER getting a motorcycle. Never.

OK, so we've got to work on the whole "look where you're going" thing. Drivers Ed should be fun.

What is wrong with this thing? I should have been at least a light-year away by now.

Ha, ha! Now I've got Dad right where I want him. Fire the torpedoes!

From Grandma Titus. A BIG hit. He had pushed all of the buttons in about 3 seconds flat.

What a goofball. Yes, we actually wrapped bubble wrap (courtesy of Aunt Bethany). It was a big hit.