As I’ve posted before, the twins hate to shower. It’s a sensory input thing. The shower feels painful to them. But I can’t just let them take a bath because nothing gets clean. It’s like, dip, jump out, we’re done, and they come out smelling like a wet, sweaty teenage boy. Gross. The boys text me at night as they crawl into their beds. (So funny.) Isaiah calls me “motherbird.” And how does he tell if he needs a shower? Yeah. The sniff test. They always make me laugh. Every day.


