Crew Cuts

While initially a little suspicious of getting a haircut from a man with a shaved head, 43 M&Ms later Tucker was bought off and actually looks to be enjoying his new summer cut.

Lap Child

Watch now as Grady models the textbook "lap child" pose. This is the image we all have in our heads when we book the plane tickets. . .

Church in Annapolis

Our ritual Sunday breakfast at The Boatyard is about as close to "church" as this little druid is likely to get anytime soon. Who can blame him really - we would put that look of pure joy up against Bernini's St. Teresa any day.

Grady-Mon

Grady looks very chilled out under all that shade and sunscreen in Jamaica. After we snapped these pics, he said, "Yeah - I got my first passport stamp at six-weeks-old. No big deal. Where'd that waitress go with my milk?"

Foreman & Crew

Shortly after this photo, Daddy unionized and demanded better working conditions under Tucker's sand castle empire.

[James] Cousteau

Is anyone here a Marine Biologist?

[James] Lindbergh

One afternoon with S.C. at the Aviation Museum and I'm ready for a solo flight across the Atlantic.

Snow Day

In retrospect, Aunt Maggie picked the wrong day for a sleepover. I'm willing to bet she didn't expect a 5AM wake-up call from Jack and I and a half a foot of snow.

Tucker's Second Birthday

This is the second of many celebrations for my second birthday. I started the day with cupcakes at Little Graces and then chocolate cake after lunch at Aunt Maggie's. Stay tuned for more - I have a feeling we aren't done yet.

Welcome to the Pack

Every group has its own hazing rituals and from what I can gather, you aren't a Robbins boy until Murphy has accepted you into his pack. If you ask me, I'm alright, but Dadday might have fallen out of Murphy's favor.

Making Papa Cry

Those of you who know him probably think E. Lee is a stoic. Let me set the record straight - nothing turns him into an emotional conundrum quicker than the sight of one of his grandsons in Prin***on gear.

You're My Blue Sky. . .

I get that Mom and Dad are big Allman Brothers fans, but a blue sky boppy cover? Really? I think that takes it a bit far. Let me guess, if I had been a girl, they would have named me "Liz Reed" Robbins, right?