I hoped/knew/thought/assumed that my kids would somehow resemble me physically, but I wasn't prepared for them to BE like me... especially so soon in life.
I think I just hoped they would be born with a clean slate. A clean personality slate.
The older my kids get, and the more I have, the more I realized that they are genetically like me in both my physical features AND my personality traits.
Some are good and some are bad... but, of course, a majority of their personality is all theirs. But their love for whip cream straight out of the can is from me :)
The crazy faces though, that's all Breckie :)