Ever since this website was born in late 2002, Rob & Nicole have shown little snippets of their lives and adventures. But what happened before this? Where did these two rascals come from? This is a special section dedicated to exposing the truth....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here's Robby's parents, Marilyn and Bob Adams hanging out on a chilly Massachusetts morning in 1969. Robby was still just a general idea. Later that year, "Mimi" would break her leg while skiing, forcing her to wear a large white cast. It was during this time that Robby was conceived, most likely while visiting Bob's childhood home in San Francisco.

 


- December 1971 Robert (Robby) Bruce Adams Jr. is born in Pittsburgh, PA.


 

Here's Mimi feeding her new-born Robby at her parent's house in San Jose, CA. Christmas, 1971.

 

 

 

 

 

Bob tries to guess Robby's weight. "A little less than Thanksgiving turkey, maybe 15 pounds tops. Oops I think he just farted in my hand!"

 

 

"Don't bother watering the grass, I got it covered."

 

 

 

 

 

Robby and Mimi in 1973

 

 

 

 


- 1975, after several moves related to Bob's pro football career, the family settle in Los Altos, CA.

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199 Paso Robles Avenue, Robby's childhood home.

 

 

 

Not content to admire the view, Robby admires his own buns with the help of a little upward yank on his red shorts. Take care to notice his heels lifting off the ground.

 

 

Robby pauses a moment to regret leaving the sunglasses in the glove box. Summer 1976.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robby and Jenny were best pals for a couple 70's summers, then "life happened", and she moved away...

 

 

 

 

Good thing his other best friend Rebecca stayed around! Here they are with Mimi on a camping trip in 1977.

 

 

 

 

Bob built a big fort in the back yard for Robby, and this swing was a good way for him to get out some extra energy. Occasionally, he would smash into the large pine tree (not pictured at right).

 

 

 

Outside 199 Paso Robles St. in Los Altos. This is where Robby spent most of his childhood from 5 to10 years old. Mimi's grandfather, Bama at center, her parents, Phil (holding nephew Connor), Louis (standing next to Robby), her brother Ray (far left with Connor's brother Ryan). Bob sits at the bottom left holding Rocky, in front of Rob's cousin, Taine. At the far right is Taine's sister, Carlene peeking from behind Ray's wife, Marty, and Mimi's brother-in-law Chuck. Mimi's sister Kit is taking the photo.

 

 

Poised for tom-foolery, Robby stands still long enough for this 3rd grade photo, 1978

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas 1980... being an only child was at least advantageous at Christmas.

 

 

 

Forced child labor was more common in 1980 than it was today.

 

 

 

 

 

"Dude, take the picture I've got fish slime running down my arm for crying out loud!"

 

 

 

 

 

Robby and his grandmother, Marie Adams at her home in San Francisco. Rob's grandfather, Jack Adams is in the painting behind.

 

 

 

 

A gaggle of Robby's friends show up to celebrate his 10th birthday in 1981.

 

 

 


-1981, Robby competes in the "Junior Olympics" and wins nothing, but has a pretty good time regardless.


 

Who says, "Nice guys finish last"? Obviously they finish 3rd, DUH!

 

 

 

Robby's second soccer team, "The Scorpions". What better name to scare an enemy team into submission? Mimi created the banner from scratch. His first team was called "Orange Crush", but sadly there's no photo proof of this.

 

 

Robby prepares to jump some curbs on his new Diamond Back. Later, he would be chased by larger kids for wearing that helmet. His mom would eventually stop making him wear it, reasoning that his safety was more at risk with the helmet on, than with it off.

 

-1982, Robby's goes to boarding school in Oregon.


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Ross and Chris are looking super-fly in 1977. In case you can't hear it, that's "More than a Feelin'"  by Boston blasting out the car stereo.

 

 

 

 

And it really is more than a feelin', because Ross and Chris get married.

 

 

 

 

 

Chris Carey thinks about having a couple of baby girls, and smiles.

Nearby, Ross thinks about ordering up a cold beer.

 

 


- September 11th, 1981, Nicole Yolande Carey is born in White Rock, B.C. (Canada)


 

 

After struggling for 9 months, Nicole emerges from a giant cream puff to thundrous applause!

 

 

 

"Don't worry, I'll protect you!" Cries Jacqueline, but Nicole is unafraid, knowing full well that nothing can penetrate her two feet of doily-armor.

 

 

 

 

Nicole at 1 year, Jacqueline at 3 years 3 months.

 

 

 

 

"Nicole get back here and finish your peas!"

"Tell it to the blue shorts, Dad"

 

 

 

 

"Hey Nicole, ya think we're gonna get a lot of Halloween candy?"

"Naw, we should make ourselves a little cuter before we head out!"

 

 

 

Nicole leaves a few "rabbit presents" behind the couch for her parents to find and clean up later.

 

 

 

 

Ross poses with his girls, Age 3 and 5, in 1984.

 

 

 

 

"Nicole, keep steering to the left or we'll crash!"

"Don't worry Jacqueline, I can steer this plexiglass rocket with one knee!"

 

 

 

"Oh my GOD! Jacqueline lookit what I got!"

"Oh my GOD! Nicole lookit what I got!"

Christmas at Grandma's, White Rock B.C.,1984

 

 

 

Sick, but well attended to. A skill learned early and used with success thereafter.

 

 

 

 

A 4-year old Nicole demonstrates the art of bathtub toys to her cousin, Michael, age 2.

 

 

 

 

 

Nicole plays dress-up, age 4.

 

 

 

 

 

"Nicole, I'll keep smiling, you try to reach his wallet and bag of candy. If he chases us, kick him in the jingle bells!"

 

 

 

 

"Which one of you girls got into the chocolate-chip cookies!"

"Aww Mom, look at how cute we are! We couldn't possibly eat cookies right before bed-time!"

"Nicole, what's that on your mouth!?"

 

 

 

Just shy of 5 years old.

 

 

 

 

Nicole acheives the proud moment in childhood when she can show how old she is on her entire hand!

 

 

 

 

One can only sit back, sratch their head and wonder, what could possibly distract Nicole's attention away from a handful of Easter candy? It seems some mysteries may never be solved...

 

 

 

 

Hey little girl, that's not my breath that smells like scotch, it's the pony's.

By the way, you gotta light?

 

 


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