While I am well aware that I carried them both for nine months and they were surgically removed from MY belly, these two rugrats I call my kids look sooo much like my husband that I have often joked about getting a maternity test done. Well… after six long years of waiting for conclusive evidence, the results are in and I am proud to say I am 100% William’s biological mother. (Unless scientists have somehow figured out a way to only clone the personality & not the body. But I’m relatively sure that hasn’t happened.)
William started taking showers on his own, in our bathroom, around the first of this year. It is amazing to watch him blossom into this independent little boy. The more tired he is before bedtime, though, the more he lollygags & piddlefarts around. (I just wanted to use those two words in a blog post.) Either Chris or I have to remind him to move it along so showertime doesn’t end up taking an hour.
Well one night this week I found him sitting naked on our bathroom floor while the shower was running. I said, “William, that’s wasteful. You need to get in the shower.” He replied, “but it’s not 40 yet.” “What do you mean it’s not 40 yet?” “When I count to 40, I know the water is the right amount of warm.”
That’s my boy!!! No one has ever told him to do this. We checked. It’s engrained in him! He stood there one night & counted until it was just like he likes it. Now he knows how long it takes our shower to warm up. He has done this every night since then.
Note to his future wife: he will most likely continue doing this for…
THE
REST
OF
HIS
LIFE
And there’s nothing wrong with that, Son. 
Now I just have to wait for Katie’s tests to come back…