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Some pics from my childhood...

Got some photos from my uncle this morning... A real walk down memory lane... Thought I'd start with this photo as it shows what a stable, upstanding family I come from... That's me in front, of course (the big mouth gave me away, yeah?). My mum behind me along with my brother - we all have a flair for the dramatic, don't you think?

There are two stories related to this photo of me aged about 7 months... The first is, my mum always used to tell me how people would see a baby in the pram and go, "Oh was a beautiful..." and their voices would trail off once they focused on the chubby (cow's milk fed), hairless, cross eyed bundle of pinkness... The other story goes that one night we were staying at my grandmothers, and sleeping up in the attic bedroom, when about an hour after we went to sleep, my 9 year old brother is heard howling in distress... Mum runs up and he's screaming, "Take it away, it's horrible, it's horrible!" Mum asks him what she's supposed to take away, and he points at the wall and cries, "The monster, take it down, it's horrible!" - what he was pointing at was this photo of me on the wall... Hmmm, thanks Mike...
But really, it's ok, I grew up a bit, grew some hear, and got a lot cuter! This is me aged 18 months taking my first "official" steps for the camera!
And this is me with my mum, who, at the time was living on a neighbouring farm - I was living with my grandparents (I lived with them from 10 months till 20 months), so this photo actually also commemorates one of mums visits to see me - she didn't get to see me often apparently... No, I never did inherit those great long legs, buggar!
And here's me with my dad. LOL, no, he's not an Arab, but he was almost mistaken for one at an airport in Lebanon, and mum and dad and I were followed through the airport by airport security who thought dad might be a terrorist... I was a bit of a daddy's girl, can you tell?

And then along came Michael. Look how blonde we are, this is why I think there is a good chance Bryn might go blonde. Somewhere between 18 months and 30 months (here), I went from honey blonde to bleach blonde!

Me, aged eight, in my uncle's seaman's hat... Butter would melt in this mouth, hehehe! Real little vegmite, don't you think?

As you can see, the blonde hair didn't last, this is me aged 12, Mike aged 10...

Mum and Dad on their reception day, the wedding day was a few days earlier, when they eloped, much to my paternal grandmothers disgust as she'd organised a huge wedding, complete with channel 7 coming to film it for the local tv "happy moments" segment at the end of the news... I'm in that photo too, actually, though I wouldn't be visible for another 6 months...

And this is just to show I haven't been making things up, Bryn IS the spitting image of his mama - even though I've heard a couple of tales told he's looking like his dada recently - lies, all lies!!!

Comments

Bin said…
I was thinking that looking at those photos of you - how much you looked like Bryn!!
Amanda O. said…
LOL I was thinking, "OMG that's BRYN! That's who he looks like!" in the one pic (the official walking one) BUT I do see a smidge of his daddy in him too! I'd say 98% you but something in him does remind me of Dave. ;-)
Leah said…
Oh he is the image of you, how beautiful!! :)
Juniper said…
What gorgeous photos, thanks so much for sharing.

As for the stories of how you looked as a baby (eg. your eyes etc...), it really brought home to me how much our kids really take on what we say about them (or, what they *overhear* being said about them).

I have been really conscious of this in recent years, so am trying really hard to to put these sorts of stories into my kids heads. Even though you seem so confident and self assured, it can still be a hurtful thing to hear, and if anything, it is something you haven't forgotten...

And yeah, Bryn looks soooo much like you!
casso said…
Love the old photos and those great fashions. ;o) But what's with the big Jesus painting in the background? That would scare me more than the photo of a cute little bubba!
Eilleen said…
What beautiful pics! Thanks for sharing and letting us see a bit of your family history.

Oh and I'm in love with your mum's boots! :D
Nic and Beren said…
Oh I love those pictures ! :-) Bryn definately looks like you.

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