Someone told me the other day, at our 4th of July party, that Harleigh was my daughter inside and out ... there was no if's, and's or but's about it.  They described her as a "Fun-Sized" version of me.  (I about peed my pants with that "logic" from laughing so hard.  All I could think of was the zillion of "fun-sized" candy bars that my Grandma bought week after week and stuck in the frig ... and I how would go down to visit her week after week ... to eat a "fun-sized" candy bar.  Now my daughter was being called "fun-sized".  haa haa)

I guess her facial expressions are her Momma.  I wont try to deny it. 

I guess when she is in therapy years from now ... we know why.