Though my kids are my life and endeared,
I'm the first to admit they are weird.
Their moods don't make sense
(or am I simply dense?)
As I want them to be politely reared.
I thought that when one would turn three
We'd see some more maturity.
Less "GIVE IT BACK! MINE!"
More "D'ya want some more time?"
But, I'm told, "Just you wait til fifteen."
Almost two is the age of the other
Who knows just how to madden her brother.
She'll step into his bubble
Somehow get HIM in trouble
Then pretend she's just "loving one another."
This morning the shouts were out, ringing
I heard them and saw the fists flinging.
But cries, somehow, morphed
Into laughs, problems dwarfed,
I'm listening now to their singing.
8 comments:
I loved it Britt!
Wow, you've been a posting fool lately! I hadn't checked in a while and had to catch up from peanut m&m's (which truly are evil, by the way). So: congrats on having your bathroom nearly completely finished, glad your kids are feeling better, and once again, love the ode. :)
okay, so it was actually the bathroom posting. but for some reason it was the m&m's that stuck out in my mind. hmmmm...
I love it! Have you been spying on our home? I've decided that blogging is the best support group mothers could ask for!
so so clever. i miss you already and i haven't even moved yet. *teary just down the street from my sweet friend britt*
That is so TRUE! I am also dealing with an almost 2 year old. Sure is interesting to say the least.
wow, you are a big ball of talent. ok, not a BIG ball, but you get the idea...
Save that one for your Christmas card 2008. You've done me proud lady.
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