Born in

a Box!My story

as told by my dad, censored

by my mom

(thank god)

KatieNesvic

k3 months

I am the most

malleable baby in

the world.

6 Months

Still not sure about my eye

color!

Grama’s Butt! (mom’s too)

So,they loved bathing with me, sick people if you ask me, but I seemed to like it a little.

No, that is not Clayton, scary how much they look alike. I won’t say anything about Mom’s

hair here, nor about her ability to focus a camera, its hereditary, nature, not nurture, I

have it too.

They would like to think that they picked my first Halloween costume, but could it

have been part of my mind-control exercises, was I trying to warn them of

their future?

One year old, very

happy and still the

master of the castle, the ruler

of the roost!!!

Athletic, pensive, stylish, risqué, fashion conscious!

Lifewascasu

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And then, the world changes!

But, as dad always says,

“Every problem is an opportunity.”We shall see, is

this a friend or an enemy; together, can we control

this house? Or is he, like

everything else, gonna be my

problem? Maybe it’s all true.

So, my plan to take over the household

wasn’t actually happening, Mom was spending too

much time fixing her hair (maybe not this time so much), and Spencer seemed to be trying to push something smelly out all the time. If

you can’t tell, I wasn’t happy, dad probably did my

pigtails too tight.

3 years old, damn I am a

cutie pie!

Don’t know who this is more

embarrassing for, me, my bro, or my parents with their

cheap-ass furniture and poor

landscaping choices. I am

driving Spencer’s car, I had issues, ok! On the other hand, that probably was

my trike back in the day. He can keep it now! The diaper on the pavement, not mine, I am sure of

that.

Did I tell you my parents were terrible re-gifters. In fact, they re-gave us the presents that we

got on Christmas Eve (from other relatives) the next

morning until I figured it out. You’re welcome Spencer!

Tiny Dancer and future media darling. I was

born before cell-phones were popular.

Determination!!!

Imagine how clean the water is (my cousin Stacey is in the

middle)!

Spencer and I loved shoveling it, snow that

is.Me and Stacey at Aunt

Sue’s wedding.

Emily arrives in 1988, we now outnumber my parents, but as

siblings go, they now outnumber

me.

One of the few pictures of my dad looking a little

skinny, note only one chin. Mom still working

on the hair thing (unsuccessfully).

In 1989 we move, I convince my parents the schools are better in Tinley Park than

Dolton, and that dad will really enjoy riding a train twice a day, 5 days a week, every week (sucker!!). At least we had a cool

basement and tons of friends.

The “Butt” Boys

In 1990, my torrid relationship with Matt Cucio makes the cover of The

Star (a newspaper, one of

the last ones issued in the

Chicago south suburbs).

As you will no doubt see, I have had trouble with men in my life.

Trouble, but a lot of fun too.

In 1992, Clayton was added to the

foal, making Spencer think there would be balance in the

house (Em and I knew better).

In 1993, we moved to

Germantown TN, where I worked to hone my athletic

abilities, especially in

softball.

I continued to grow along with my siblings, family photos

became the bane of our existence.

Spencer had BIG hair!!!

I could’a’been Dorothy!

(dad said I was cuter than Judy Garland.)

My master growth plan changed when I joined band in 6th grade, and stayed until I graduated high

school. I chose the flute and eventually the piccolo because it

was easier to carry small instruments. Please don’t draw

any conclusions about Brian from that.

In Dec, 2000, we went to DC, where everyone learned:1. Cold weather sucks!2. Our country is pretty

cool!3. Chinese food on xmas

day!!4. We would never travel again and use 2 rooms!

(thanks again, spencer)

17!

Sarah and Erin!Spencer

mademe

do this!

So, I went to college,

The University ofTENNESSEE

And started having to learnfrom

my own mistakes:

OK, so I would NEVER call datingHinson

a mistake,nor would I call drinkingbeer and jäger bombs

a mistake.

I should have straightened my shoulders,

or maybe not taken the picture.

Damn I am cute, though!

In 2004, at the ripe old age of 20, a decade ago, I started dating Brian. We found we

had lots of things in common.

Watching sports teams,

TEXT

And playing sports!

And SOFTBALL!

Nice white teeth,

Right out of school, I became a teacher of

hearing impaired elementary children.

Teaching can age you, the kids I teach seem to

age quickly as well.

In 2010, Brian and I wed on the top of the Peabody. My dad paid a fortune for that sunset.

Me and the in-laws on a beautiful day in the park.

Damn good looking family, I say!!!

This picture was taken at Emily and Cody’s wedding, look closely and you will see my grandma is asleep and my dad is holding a

kleenex, he is a big snot.

Last summer, when my bratty little sister got married, I was the MOH (no definition), just had to put this in so I could quote my dad, “life, guys, just gets better and better.” Also, my Mom finally got

her hair to look the way she wanted too.