Proof

Every once in awhile I wonder what of my own attributes my children will develop as their own. If any of them. Will they develop some of my more loved attributes? Or some of my more disliked attributes? One day at a time, it becomes clear to me, that yes indeed my children are so much like me. Don't worry...they're so much like their father too. It's a good thing too. I don't think this world could handle three people of concentrated Mary. ;-)

Both, Isaiah and Jayme are NOT morning people. They're happy when they want to be, and that's it. If you catch them on a bad day, you're screwed. Isaiah looooves standing in front of the pellet stove to warm up. And if you tell him something he doesn't particularly want to hear, even if it is true, he will argue with you until tears start. They both eat popcorn in mass quantities. Janice-May belched earlier. She then proceeded to giggle hysterically. Yesterday, she brought me a bag of espresso coffee grounds from the cabinet. I then discovered she had them in her hair, in her clothes and all over her person...and all over my living room floor. She smelled of caffeine heaven as did my whole house. Isaiah refuses to sleep with socks on unless it's just so cold they're required. Isaiah hates showers unless he can enjoy a steamy one at least 15 minutes long. Janice-May loves baths, but when she gets all wrinkled she starts to freak out a little. Brownies make both of them unreasonably happy. Despicable Me is their favorite movie.

It looks as though they are quite a bit like me. This makes me happy. And seeing as how Isaiah is barely 3 and Janice-May is just shy of 14 months, it makes me super curious to see how they'll grow up to be like me. Yes...I'm a bit conceited, but that's fine. More so, I'm just plain curious to see who and what they'll be as they grow up. I'm not rushing this though. I'm cherishing every minute no matter how large or small. I'm growing to love them more every day. I'm amazing at how much affection you can hold for a single human being. It can't be measured.

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