baby megs. | THE KLACKNERS


baby megs.

i thought i'd share with y'all a little scrapbook of my earliest years.
keep in mind that for 6 years, i was the only girl in my family.
i had an older brother and 4 boy cousins to love me pick on me.

contrary to the evidence before you, i was actually a very happy child.

i've been a water bug for as long as i can remember and then some.
apparently, i also had the "stink eye" down pat.

i was a beach BABE, obvi.

and loved building sand castles with my big brother. he's slimmed up since then, ladies.
lil' chunky monkey.


music runs in my blood. i'm pretty sure i came out of the womb screaming the hallelujah chorus. i also not-so-secretly wish that my life was a musical.

i was a little girl who grew up in a culture that expected you to be a wife, mother, and mini martha stewart by the time you graduated from college. i have checked none of these requirements off my list. guess i need to move out of the south.

this cheesy grin and squinty eyed smile is apparently my go to. it is still my first reaction to a camera being pointed at my face. and my bashful brother still pretends to be camera shy to this day.

something you never would have guessed about me: i was an avid fisherman. the brother, the cousins, and i went fishing ALL the time. but since there really was a princess behind that tomboy facade, i made the boys take the fish off the hook. every time. until this one time my friend's grandfather made me do it myself. i was 5. it was traumatizing. i still remember the look in that fish's eye...

i'll leave you with that. don't worry, there are more tales to be told of my childhood.


 p.s. don't forget our first book club post will be tomorrow! please join in!
ThistleAshD said...

haha the south- gotta love it :) I grew up in the south too. and while i'm not much of a southern woman at all, there's always a soft spot in my heart for those things. can't even help it.

Amy said...

that stank eye...ballin'!
Girl i'm a true southerner too...and i haven't lived up to the standards either...and sometimes it makes me feel less of a woman because i'm not married with kids on the way...ya know? ha.
I've had a similar traumatizing fish story ha, the things that stick with us over the years