If you want to provide any funny stories for any of the pictures that have been posted, send additional photos, or if you give me details about any that are currently posted I can change the name, etc. I thought it would be fitting to provide a place where all of the people who were lucky enough to enjoy Toz's life with him had a place where we could come together and share our "Toz Stories." If I get as many as I think there will be I'll devote a section of the site to it!
If you want to provide any funny stories for any of the pictures that have been posted, send additional photos, or if you give me details about any that are currently posted I can change the name, etc. I thought it would be fitting to provide a place where all of the people who were lucky enough to enjoy Toz's life with him had a place where we could come together and share our "Toz Stories." If I get as many as I think there will be I'll devote a section of the site to it!
This first one is a test to see if it actually works...if it doesn't I can hear him say "way to go dumbsh!t." :-)
I work very early at the Hatboro Post Office. Jeff rode his bike to work to a meat packing place on Horsham Rd. He stopped in often and I would mail packages for him. One morning he came in all bruised and bloody, he said he fell asleep on his bike and hit a parked car and flew over the handlebars. And then.....there was the time that he had a fake id and was drinking somewhere in Chestnut Hill. He was near the train station and he told me that a gust of wind came up and all these newspapers flew all around and a little old lady accused him and his friend of littering and he replied (you can fill in the blanks) so she called the police who found him and his friend sitting in a bar (in the window no less!) and Jeff was picked up for underage drinking and littering and couldn't go to his two week manuevers at Valley Forge. Melanie and Courtney rescued him and brought him here to stay. They claim it was two weeks but I only remember three days, anyway I was always worried toz parents would be upset with me but he said he'd live like a street person and I just couldn't allow that.........besides, I loved him and who could resist that devilish smile? And then..........there was a time we had a birthday party for Samantha my grandaughter and we invited the neighbors down the street and the kids were horsing around and someone stood on the little boys shoulders and he was struggling and the rest of us are useless and Jeff reaches down deep and grabs the kid right in his open mouth and lifts him out, he saved that boys life!!! I'm sure I'll remember more later on. Someone should write a book about Jeff and make a movie, he was always a hero. Ann Gleave
I think a movie based on Toz would be an excellent idea! I know he knew that he had tons of friends, but I don't think he actually knew to what extent he was loved and respected by SO MANY! Not a day goes by that I don't pray for Toz, his family (whom I never met, but he always spoke so lovingly of), his friends, and myself to help ease this loss. Thanks again for this oppourtunity for all of us to tell our stories and to let Jeff know how much he is admired. Stephanie "Red" Lewallen Greensboro, NC
Here's one . . . Toz was in Fayetteville, for whatever reason and I was out with my good friend Tiffany (The two of them were very good friends). We linked up with Toz and another friend and it was the four of us out havin' a good time. Later, on we dropped the boys off and eventually made it home ourselves. It was Tiff's idea to call Toz that night on the phone and say that we were in jail and had gotten arrested for drinking. Not too far fetched in our condition. He fell for it and we had him going for a good 10 min . . till we started laughing and gave it away. Being the nice guy that he was he was gonna come down to the police station and get us out! Tiff and I have told that story a more than a few times . :) Amy - Ft Carson
Actually, I want to make some corrections to Amy's story and elaborate. I had been drinking that night when we all went out, but not enough to impair my driving, so I got stuck being the DD (which wasn't my initial plan). Jeff and Ed (Guernsey) knew that I was already stuck driving Amy and myself home, so they got me to shuttle them around as well (considering how many times I've been the one bumming rides, I didn't object). So.... when we got home and polished off whatever was in my fridge, I decided to call the boys and say "Thanks a lot for making me drive you home..... because now I'm in jail for DUI!" Well, they didn't answer, so I left a voicemail and said that I needed them to help me. I said to "call, the number is....jail." I giggled a little, so I thought they knew I was just kidding. They didn't get the message until around 10 a.m., when they woke up. By then, I was on my way to the dealership to get some work done on my husband’s wrangler and I couldn't hear the cell phone. There were several frantic messages by the time I saw my phone. They thought I really was in jail! After I called them back, I talked them into coming and picking me up from the dealership so we could grab some lunch. Then Jeff told on Ed and said that Ed was laughing while they were leaving me messages and Jeff kept saying stuff like "Dude, she's in jail, you shouldn't laugh; she's probably really upset." Well, they spent the entire summer plotting and vowing to get me back for what I thought was such a minor prank. They toyed with the idea of kidnapping my dog but then they would have had to take care of her. So, after Jeff returned to Stuttgart, Ed confessed of their plan, which Jeff later elaborated on. They were waiting to find my car doors unlocked and they were going to fill my car with packing peanuts. Jeff said that he had checked my doors at various times around town, like when I was at work or at the salon, and luckily for me, they were always locked. That explained a lot of strange calls I got from Jeff that summer (he was checking to see if my car was unattended). Ed showed me the bags of packing peanuts. They were the two biggest garbage bags I've ever seen. Had they succeeded; I would still be finding peanuts to this day. Jeff was one of those guys that picked on you if he liked you. Heck, if he didn’t too. He used to tell me that he only knew one person that talked as much as me, and that was his mom. He said he wanted us to meet, so that we could battle it out to see who could get a word in. I've known Jeff since 2000, when we were all in Stuttgart before he went SF. I met him through my friend, Shelly Bunkers, and we were all part of the same party crew. It wasn't until Jeff came back to Fayetteville last summer though that we became close (I live in Fayetteville now). It meant so much when he would call me out of the blue or email me from Germany because he said he knew I was never busy at work because I sent too many forwards to actually be working. When he'd call me at work, he'd make up some stupid story about who he was and why he was calling and would always have me going for a little bit:) Of course, he’d be sitting around, just hanging out before he hit the bars for the night. SF is such a small community and I just couldn't believe it when Mark Backus, Franz Robinson, and Jeff were all put on the same team. All three men are important to my family, and always will be, and I’m glad that Franz and Mark got the chance to get to know Jeff. With fond memories, Tiffany Goode
I heard a few people say recently that you needed thick skin to hang around with Jeff. I have hundreds of examples that can prove the accuracy of that statement. I would like to share my first story that lasted; well, forever. I had the experience of #1.) attending the same school as Jeff , #2.) being in most of the same classes, and #3.) sitting next to him. In Third or Fourth grade (1983 or 1984) we had the assignment of the family tree. The teacher went around the room and asked each classmate where they were originally from. It gets to me and I say that most of my family was from Ireland but my great grandfather was from Cuba. The teacher gained interest in my heritage and asked some questions of which I responded, “HE ROWED HIS BOAT FROM CUBA”. With that Jeff broke out into his uncontrollable laughter, which resulted in my face turning red from embarrassment. I wasn’t sure why that was so funny. Jeff got into trouble and was forced to apologize. Sorry for the long set up. Fast Forward to 2004. Jeff was home, so we went out to hang. Jeff and I got into a semi-serious conversation about life. Jeff was asking me about marriage, kids, and finances. We talked about his career path as well as mine. In between sips, Jeff says “So do you still think your Great-Grandfather ROWED HIS BOAT FROM CUBA”. He again breaks out into his uncontrollable laughter, and my face turns red 20 years later. As a kid I never wanted to have an embarrassing moment in front of Jeff for obvious reasons. As an adult I found myself telling him things that I knew he would enjoy at my own expense, just to see him laugh. In good fun Jeff always found time to exploit all of us. This is a good story to remind everyone that he never forgot a thing. Have a nice Holiday season from Jeff’s Cuban friend. Jim Meakim Hatboro, PA
Jeff and I were very close growing up. Early years we of course fought like we were suppose to. He would pin me down (his knees holding my shoulders and arms) and then he would tickle me till I was pretty pissed off. Sometimes to be funny, as I was yelling for him to get off of me, he would try to spit in my mouth. He felt this abuse was absolutely hysterical and necessary. Unfortunately, he succeeded on more than one occasion. Well, this one time after I was upset, I got up and chased him around the house. At this time in our lives I was actually taller than him. He was a late bloomer! Well, he ran upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom. I was banging on the door and also leaning on it. “Get out Jeff! Open the door now!!!” Well he did, and I fell on the ceramic tile in the bathroom. I pretended to be hurt. Jeff felt really bad and ran downstairs to get me a bag of ice. Once he handed me the bag of ice, I got up and said some words I will not put in this story. He darted down the stairs, and at this point I knew just what to do – throw the bag! Well I did and it hit Jeff and the ice went everywhere!!! I felt so good!! Fast forward to about a year ago. Jeff wants to continue our childhood days and goes to sit on me again. Well this is where I said I had just about enough. He is way too big and heavy to sit on me let alone spit in my mouth! I know he is laughing at this one wherever he is. I will continue to write stories as I feel up to it. I also encourage everyone to write, because it did help to hear things about him that I did not know. He truly was the best brother I could have ever had. My love and heart goes out to all that are grieving. Love, Pam 412-999-7522
Jeff and my sister became good friends during high school and he would often be at our house or calling our house. Alot of times when he called I would answer the phone and of course he always had something to say before I would tell him to hold on while I went and got my sister. I'll never forget the time he called and while he was talking I could hear this sound in the background. It sounded like "hoo....hoo" I asked Jeff if he was outside and he said no. I told him I could hear a hooting sound and as serious as could be he said "Oh that, that's my pet owl!" I could not believe that he had a pet owl, I thought that was the neatest thing. So everytime he called after that I would ask him how "Hooty" was until one time he finally told me he was only kidding he never had a pet owl. So then everytime after that when he called we would "hoot" to each other right up until the last time we spoke which was about a year ago. Robyn Perry Hatboro, PA
At some point Jeff started reading books. And before you knew it he had a nice collection of what he thought were must reads. He gave me a list a few years ago of what books he thought I should read. After a year went by, he checked up with me to see what I had read. I had no interest in reading so of course I did not read a single book. He got agitated with my answer. As a result he starting sending me books. I must admit, he got me hooked and I can not stop reading. Here is some of Jeff's book list: Heart of a Soldier- James B. Stewart Ghost Soldiers- Hampton Sides My Losing Season- Pat Conroy Pick one up, I promise, you will not be disappointed. Jim Meakim Hatboro, PA
This story is coming from a preview boss Jeff had when he was living in Germany before Special Forces. I asked Glenn if I could share his story and post it on the website. Here is his story about Jeff. Please do not laugh too hard! "Jeff was a super person and one of the best soldiers, I have ever known. So, I would like to share one funny story that my wife and I talk about often. To lay the back ground, I will tell you how I knew Jeff. I arrived in GE in the summer of 99 and took over command of the 554th Military Police company. Jeff was the senior platoon leader and that meant he was my right-hand man. The first thing I learned about him was he was a professional, extremely dedicated and LOVED to have fun both on and off duty. His soldiers loved to work for him and he took super care of them. He was my right hand man for about 10 months before he went over to work with the Special Forces. Even after he left, we used to go grab lunch or dinner and share “war stories”. The funny story starts about 1 month after I take command. My wife and I decided to have all of my 4 platoon leaders over for dinner. We had just got our house set-up and boxes unpacked. After dinner, we were drinking some red wine and having a great time. Jeff got up from the couch to tell a story and “BANG” he hit is glass of red wine and spilled it all over our white couch, love seat and white carpet! You could see the shock and horror in his eyes…..here he is at his new boss’s house and just sprayed every possible white object in the room with red wine. My wife laughed as he scrambled to try to clean it up!!! For years we called our love seat the “Toz” and every time he came over he had to sit on that seat. I still have the “Toz” and it still have a touch of Jeff visible….but more important, I will always have a piece of Toz with me!!! Your brother has many other brothers and sisters who love and miss him. I know we are not blood and cannot compare our loss to yours, but I want you to know we love him. I love him more than blood….he was a great brother and warrior…..America is blessed by his service and we are blessed to have spent a moment in his presence." Major Glenn C. Schmick
May 2006 Funny thing happened the other day. I was in the mess hall here and I saw a Female MP Sergeant on her way out. The first thing I looked at was her face. Really pretty, short light brown hair, nice smile.... Anyways, as my gaze wandered down, I noticed her nametape: TOCZYLOWSKI. It's not everyday that you see a name like that, so my immediate question to her was if she was from PA. She replied in a friendly, but knowing manner that lends me to believe that she had been asked this question several times before that she, in fact, was not. She went on to say that she wished she had known Jeff because all the stories she heard pointed to the fact that Jeff was a fun guy to hang out with. I told her that was probably the understatement of the year. Take care, John Gianelloni
My story will not be funny like everyone else. As I am now packing out preparing to leave Germany, I am also thinking back on the past year. As alot of you know how wonderful Jeff was, he was especially dear to my heart. I lost my husband last year and as I think they were seaching for someone to be my CAO (Casualty Assistance Officer), Jeff stepped up the the plate. What a big help he was to me and as stressful as my situation was, he was there for me and my kids every step of the way. Although our friendship was short lived, he truly gave his all in everything and the challanges I faced. (We had tons of paperwork and some we had to do over 3 times because of the "other" person who was suppose to be helping getting things set and in order for me, really wasn't much help). We had lots of fun cracking jokes with that one. Which was part of the fun. I am now preparing to leave Stuttgart without my husband and my new best friend (as I referred to him). I don't know what I would have done without Jeff helping us so much. We truly miss him but have lots of wonderful memories in our hearts. Kelley Keith
Warning: This story is long but it is THE funniest memory in my life! So bear with me. My wife, Triona, and I were first introduced to Jeff by Craig Wilker in Stuttgart back in 1999. I was assigned to the European Command Intelligence Directorate, Craig was assigned to 1/10 and Jeff was a young MP. I was planning a road trip to Spain for the infamous "Running of the Bulls." One night down at the Irish Pub, we were talking about the plans for the trip. Jeff overheard our conversation and promptly invited himself on the trip...so Jeff. All we were thinking was "Cool, another person to share the cost of the van rental!" We had no idea what we were in for. We met early at my apartment on Monday, 5 July to begin our road trip: four Irishmen and us two Americans. Jeff offered to begin the 940 mile drive to Pamplona. Still mildly hungover from the 4th of July festivities the night before; nobody objected. Fifteen hours later we arrived in San Sebastian. Jeff was STILL in the driver's seat; he never left it. 15 hours and without a single whinge that boy drove the ENTIRE way. After a miserable night's sleep on the floor of the van parked in a field in the Spanish hills above San Sebastian we continued on to Pamplona. Upon arriving into Pamplona we met up with Craig and another American and promptly sought alcohol to party the night away. Despite our exceptional sensitivity to the rampant petty theft in Spain, Triona had her purse stolen while at a bar. Luckily it didn't have anything vital in it so, dejected, we returned to the van for a few winks before the run. As the sun rose, so too did the Americans; the Irish remained in deep sleep with visions of jackhammers pounding in their heads. Jeff and I began the race together, but shortly following the release of the bulls I decided to "rest" in a doorway waiting for the first round of bulls to pass while Jeff was all but braiding the bull's tail. A photographer caught the whole thing on film (the photo can be found in the "Friends" section of this site). We met in the arena afterwards for a war photo where I described my heroics. Following the race we returned to camp to wake the Irish and continue on to Barcelona. Once in Barcelona we met up three more Irishmen we knew from Stuttgart and the 11 of us headed out for the night...and a big night it was. Following a sing-song on the beach, we headed out for a serious night on the piss. We danced, drank and sang all night, emerging from a night club directly onto the beach as the sun rose. As we exited the club, the sun shimmering on the ocean, one of the Irishmen had a vision: "Let's go skinny dipping!" John proclaimed, as if it were a message delivered to him by God himself! Brilliant idea the lads all thought. As we all trotted for the water, clothes flew in the air like a shower of graduation caps. After placing the clothes into a pile (the ladies retaining their undergarments of course), we proceeded like an Irish version of Baywatch, our 11 sallow bodies leaping into the water. We laughed, and splashed and frolicked (yes, I said frolic!), having a grand ol' time. Suddenly Jeff saw something. He noticed a man approaching our pile of clothes about 50 yards up the beach. Just as he pointed this out to the rest of us, we all noticed him bend down and pick something up. Another petty thief, it MUST be! Jeff, the military policeman and protector of evil, screams: "That mother *%&$@# is stealing our stuff!!!" To which the other drunks reply: "Hey, that mother *%&$@# is stealing our stuff!!!" Without hesitation, Jeff emerged from the water like a naked Poseidon and started a full on sprint up the beach. As Jeff built up a full head of steam, with various appendages dangling and whipping in the wind, he recalled all he had learned from his linebacker coaches over the year. With perfect form and deadly accuracy, Jeff plowed the perpetrator in Bobby Bouché fashion. The two of them went flying through the air and Jeff finished the tackle, driving his shoulder into his victim. Having vindicated us all, he stood over his prey and talked smack that would have made Deion Sanders blush. It was time to see what this vagrant was trying to steal from us. But as the old man slowly opened his fist, all that was revealed were cigarette butts. This poor old Spaniard was ridding the beach of its litter and was mercilessly prosecuted in Jeff's court. After noticing this, Jeff quickly apologized and even more quickly sprinted back down the beach and into the water. When he came back we all asked what he had taken and Jeff explained, to which of course we all began roaring. The old man followed Jeff back to the water, cursing him and waving his fist in the air. I still feel sorry for that old Spaniard and wonder what he must have thought when this massive naked American landed on top of him. But to this day I can still picture Jeff soaring through the air, and if I can ever download a memory, this would surely feature on an ESPN Play of the Day! Thanks for the memories Jeff! Paul and Triona Hockel
Last night, I was given a Beautification Award by the Mayor Fred > Simmons, Aberdeen, Maryland for beautifying the city of Aberdeen > during the Town Hall meeting. These awards are the result of an > Appearance and Preservation Committee visiting neighborhoods and > recognizing local residences for beautiful properties and the > preservation of properties in Aberdeen. > Description of my yard and theme: I design and make wreaths and have a > love for flowers. I had a friend build landscaping boxes on a sloping > hill in my back yard for red, white, purple, pink and yellow > flowers/planters and a herb box. The front yard has red, white, and > blue with flower planters and the American flag. The Mayor had me > tell the City Council and residents about the yard which was designed > in memory of Capt. Jeffrey P. Toczylowski, 1st Battalion, 10th Special > Forces Group, Panzer Kaserne, Germany. He was killed in Operation > Iraqi Freedom, 3 November 2005 and his email which addressed the > Global War on Terrorism which was on my door the week of 4 July 2006. > I also had an empty chair decorated with a planter, wreath and > American flag. > > > > Margaret M. Jones
This from Jeff's professor at Texas A & M: I am very sorry for your loss. Our collective loss as a nation, actually. Jeff was a fine young man- in overall qualities one of the best I've taught in thirteen years. I liked him a lot. Jeff struck me as a born soldier with leadership traits and good moral values. It was my privilege to teach Jeff in five courses because he insisted on taking every course I teach (criminal justice law courses and a topics course on terrorism, which he took before 9/11). He was only required to take one of them and many of the slackers do just that. Jeff always did the work and knew when it was time to be serious, but he really did brighten up sessions. You must know he liked to be the class clown. When the right student takes that role it is actually very useful to the professor because it lightens the tension and keeps the more inert students interested. He was also a very honest student who never tried to cut corners or curry favor. I set very high standards, more than most, and perhaps that was part of the appeal of the challenge which always spoke to your brother. Jeff and I had lunch a few times, had some beers after he graduated, and so forth. Very few ex-students get to be my friend, by the way. I'm not especially democratic. To be honest, I admired Jeff. When I was a young man, I wanted to do what he passed away doing; medical conditions precluded that. Almost none of our students, including most of the ROTC ones, have the mettle to be Green Berets. I was kind of hoping he'd be the one to get bin Laden. Today I made a point of cracking jokes in class and being extra genial to everyone because that was the way he would have wanted it, but inside I felt quite different. I'm not known as a weeping willie either. In fact, people call me mean, with some basis in fact for that assessment. I'm trying to remember any particularly funny episodes or stories involving Jeff in class, I know there are some but my memory isn't working properly on that subject. When I do, I will take the liberty of e-mailing you with them. Oh, I remember one now-- and you're in it- you sent him some email or something once where you mentioned how "proud you were of your little brother" and I told him, "my sister called me that too until I was 30, don't be embarrassed." We laughed. Need I mention the girls loved Jeff? Sometimes at the right angle I thought he looked rather like a young John Wayne, but of course men don't say that kind of thing to each other. A couple of other anecdotes have surfaced. 1) I recall once Jeff wanted me to tell him his final exam score and final grade (way back before electronic posting) early. That is ethically problematic for a professor. Jeff and I worked out a code: the average local temperature and the temperature at the airport represented his average and final grade respectively. He was so amused because he showed my e-mail to his Dad and his Dad didn't get the joke (Nor would mine). 2) Once just before Thanksgiving some other class clown went missing and when I called roll, Jeff sang out, "He's basting his Turkey." Maybe you had to be there. 3) This anecdote is not humorous but worth remembering. I used to use bluebook exams without proper precautions and Jeff warned me in an office visit that my faith in my students' ethics was being abused. In my best Fu Manchu taunting voice, I said, "WHO, JEFFREY-- RAT HIM OUT FOR ME-- HEH HEH HEH" . Jeff folded his arms and said in his quiet way , "Never." Which of course is what I wanted him to say. The point is that I knew perfectly well who was the cheat (based upon other data) and Jeff cut that guy right out of his herd. Jeff never hung out with that guy again, and Jeff didn't know that I knew. About 1/3 of the average annual West Point Class does not have Jeff's sense of honor. Jeff never minded being the center of attention and I have no shame in expressing that his SF memorial page is the only display on my office door now. I had a bunch of other stuff on it before. A professor's office door is an expression of personality. I will take it down when I stop noticing it. I don't wish to burden you with my personal religious views, but am absolutely sure Jeff is with the Angels and Saints. Sometimes I almost feel I have a Green Beret Angel watching over me now. Also, don't wish to impose my personal political views upon you- but I would build a pyramid of skulls for Jeff's Tomb if I could. The first layer would be the various American Leftist subversives undermining the war effort. The second and subsequent layers would not be too particular. If they're not with us, they're against us. The Crusades revisited. Thanks for reading this, Pam. I miss him a lot too sometimes but other times I feel he's right here. You are in my prayers. Eric
I received this email last week from a teacher in Arizona. I felt this would be something that should be on Jeff's site. Thanks, Pam Dear Pamela, I hope you do not mind me sending you an e-mail. I frequently visit the web site www.quietpros.com to pay my respect to all of America's heroes in this Global War On Terrorism. The men of Special Forces are my heroes, mentors, and motivators. They have a no quit attitude which helps me focus in my personal and professional life. As a child, I dreamed of enlisting in the military and earning a Green Beret, but God had other plans. I cannot enlist (but would beg to do so if the military could find me a job even if it only meant answering phones or filing paper) because I was born nine weeks early which caused moderate cerebral palsy. This condition may have kept me from military service but not away from loving and respecting this nation and those that defend it. I need you to know that your brother's loss will not be forgotten. I am a 7th and 8th Grade Social Studies teacher and I make it a daily point to remind my students that their freedoms are being protected by military personnel here at home and far away in places like Afghanistan, Iraq and other locations. Part of my classroom is dedicated to Special Forces, it is called The Wall Of Freedom. I am proud to at least know one member of SF (19th Group-National Guard) and he has completed one combat tour in Afghanistan. I can tell you that the men of the Special Forces Groups have an unselfish love for the nation they defend. I cannot wield a weapon in this war but I am playing my part to ensure that our citizens do not forget about the sacrifices made by our military. I make it a point to write e-mails/letters to as many SF families as I can. It gives me a piece of mind knowing that I am at least doing something in defense of our nation's freedom. Thank You again for your brother's service to the United States of America. If you are ever in Arizona you are welcome in my home anytime. God Bless You! Respectfully A Grateful American Citizen, Brandon Brewer (Serving With Special Forces If Only In Heart And Spirit
Pam, > > Hi, my name is Chris De Witt. I was a very good friend of Jeff > when we were in Germany together. I actually stayed with him and > your parents in December 99. He and I both came back to the US > and I stayed a few days. I attended the funeral last year at > Arlington. I did not really get the chance to say hi to you or > your parents. I wanted to but could not get the words out. I > have been really shaken up by your brother's death. He and I > spent many, many great times together. He was awesome then and > always will be that way in my mind. I have been apprehensive to > write to your parents as they both appeared so devestated that day > in VA. My wife and I just had our first child last week. His > name is Milan Tamas Jeffrey De Witt. We both decided that, my > friend, would never be forgotten and that our boy will carry that > name in his honor. I will tell my son of the great man Jeff will > always be to me. I would like to send this and a picture of our > son to all who frequent > J > eff's Friends Site. However, this is only in honor of your > brother and if you do want this, I will understand. I do not know > if I can attend in November. It just seems so different without > him. Thank you for taking the time to read this and know, our boy > will always know about your brother. He will pass it on to his > friends. I will ensure it. I have attached a picture of our boy > at 2 weeks. > > Chris and Ildiko De Witt