Happy Birthday, Greg

I'm still on vacation but I wanted to do a quick post to wish Greg (the better half of this dynamic duo) a happy birthday.

I won't divulge his age, but in the year of his birth, a First Class letter was mailed for .03 cents. A loaf of bread was .18 cents and the price of gold was $35 an ounce.

Greg's father bought their 2-story home in Chicago for $7,500.

Below a few pictures of baby Greg. You'll notice back then we were all in black and white.

Baby Greg and hunky cousin, Richie. To top it off Greg's dad was eye candy too.

I guarantee you, this is Greg's natural state. He never stopped being a little devil.

He cleans up good when forced into it. LOL

A man not to be trifled with...especially when he was wearing his six-shooters.

Dapper Greg. Man about town.

The Great Escape: My favorite story about Greg came from his mother. She said when he was a baby he was constantly escaping her grasp, so she breathed a sigh of relief when they finally bought a playpen. Crafty devil that he was, he would stick his leg out and dragged himself and the big heavy playpen (furniture was made of real wood back then) over to the sofa, and used the couch as a step to climb up and over the top of the playpen.

Happy Birthday to my escape artist! You got away from everyone but me.

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