

I was a rock star, and I didn't even need a wig! I had matching pants, but I decided just to stick with my "underwear"-- hanging out in your underwear is a very "rock star" thing to do. I guess you can just call me Stevie Mark. And Cousin Saige can be my Funky Bunch.

We can only take so much partying.


Check out my killer Rod Stewart hairdo. Da ya think I'm sexy?
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Mom and Dad look really happy here because they're about to leave me with Granddad and Mimi so they can go on a date. I know they love me, but they definitely needed some them time.
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This is me with Granddad and cousin Saige . . .
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. . . and with Mimi . . .
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. . . and with Mommy and Aunt Jenn . . .
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. . . and with Uncle Patrick and Aunt Cheryl. I know I don't look happy here, but hey--a man can only have his picture taken so many times in one sitting.