Callie

My little feisty queen Callie since day one, things are done Callie’s way. She would cry all night, would make you carry her, when Callie wanted to get carried.  I would baby sit her and her brother Trae on the weekends and she would cry every two hours for a bottle and I would get frustrated when she would not go to sleep and would jokingly say “Callie I’m going to throw you in the trash!” And Trae would tell me “AMA she is a little baby, she doesn’t know.” And yes that was every time I would babysit. I was so used to boys!! Mom of three boys and Grandma to two quiet and peaceful boys!! Oh but not Callie! My poor baby girl Callie, her feisty, strong willed attitude. Beautiful as can be, the second day at the hospital after her birth I was looking at her eyes and wishing she had colored eyes and I remember my son making fun of me saying mom stop, her eyes are brown! To which I responded NO! She has blue eyes but of course he brushed it off as whatever. Well she did she had blue eyes that later changed to light brown and now they are just brown. Nevertheless her beauty remains! Her attitude is just the same……..