I'm just going to go ahead and put it out there...Haisley Grace is nothing less than a handful. Mark and I often look at each other and just shake our heads. She is sassy, hyper, sweet (most of the time), defiant (sometimes), funny, witty, and keeps us on our toes. When we go in public, I just hold my breath when she opens her mouth. I am fearful of what is going to come out. Some examples:
The other day we were at Target. We were in the drink section, and an employee was restocking the wine. Haisley started yelling, "Don't drink my wine, you're so rude." Wow. I wanted to crawl under the buggy. I quickly escaped the isle, but the damage had been done. There was no playing it off like she didn't say what she had just said, the words were clear as day. When I do have the occasional glass of wine, I am discrete about it, and certainly don't label it wine. I just call it juice. I have no idea where she picked up on this.
Same day at Target. We are in a crowded isle and she started yelling, "Move, Move please." Out of Control. We didn't stay at Target long.
Winnie the Poop
Benton tooted today and her response was, "I bet that felt good."
We were in the car the other day and I told her that I was so tired of her sassy mouth. Her response, "I'm not sassy, I'm funny."
She sneezed in the car and said, "I must have terrible allergies."
Her name for her brother...Benton Boy
Our hands are full. Prayers are appreciated.