Happy Birthday Regan

Isn't one of the joys about having a blog, the fact that we can embarrass those we love.  

I found these pictures among all the things my mother-in-law had been saving for the one who would one day marry her son.  She handed them down to me, in a large manilla envelope,  a few years into my marriage.  (I think there may have been a tear in her eye).    

I told her I will take very good care of his things (pictures, report cards, other memorabilia), try and embarrass him as much as possible with them, and then pass them down to our children. (poor Madison, she will probably just burn them.)

Anyway... Regan had a birthday this week.  Happy Birthday honey.  And just to make him feel young again I thought I would dig up these photos to help him remember his youth.  

Please forgive the poor quality, it was the best i could do.  (I am working on my computer skills, I promise.)

Baby Regan- he swears he had red hair as a baby.  I think it's just bad lighting!

Check out the sideburns on this kid.  I think he probably had to start shaving at age 8.  And nothing says early 80's than a double posed picture.  

Ok Regan the mystery is solved.  "why does Jack always pull his pants and his shorts up so high?"  He got it from his father.  Go get 'em slugger!

Happy Birthday Regan.  I love you so much.