He's not a baby anymore!

He looks like a bad ass, but he's just a big guy. With a big heart.
This is my sister Becky's baby boy.
He never smiled much as a little kid, unless he was up to something, or you stared at him long enough, then he'd turn bright red and blast you with a smile.
I remember seeing the top of his head quite a bit when he ran past me. Mischievious is a good word to describe him for most of his childhood.
He grew up. Today, he is in training to be a fireman.
Perfect!
Happy birthday, Philip!
Thanks for being a good boy, a great kid, and an awesome young man -- to your mom and dad, and the rest of your family. And especially, thanks for wanting to hang out with your Auntie Liz (you know, the one who gave you your first Starbucks experience). I love you very much and am very proud of the man you are becoming.
Now get in gear and send me some real pictures and ones that I don't have to steal off of your MySpace?