It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It was the best of times:
A-girl is 3 1/2
And she is funny
Sweet
Smart
Lovable
Adorable
Chatty
And sings all the time
And dances all the time
And tells me she loves me
And jumps on the couch
And requests me to read to her
And does silly things must to make me laugh

And Little Man is 23 months old
And he is silly
Loving
Energetic
Crazy
Bright
Cute
And he is talking up a storm
And he tries to make us giggle
And he makes silly faces
And he gives big, wet kisses
And he has the cutest-weird little run
And he always wants me to hold him and snuggle

And they are the best of friends.
Laughing
Chasing
Imagining
Playing
Giggling
Hiding
Jumping
And I love watching them love each other.

And this foster momma is
Happy
Content
Addicted
Laughing
Joy-filled
Pleased
Proud
And I just want to hang out and play together all day.

It was the worse of times:
A-girl is 3 1/2
And friends,
Experienced moms,
Tell me 3 is way worse than 2.
And holy cow she is stubborn
And moody
And ornery
And mouthy
And opinionated
And she has mastered the art of the arm cross and glare

Little Man is 23 months
And someone let him know about the
Terrible Twos
And he decided to get a head start
And my Little Man
Can go from angel to monster in the blink of an eye.
And he is bull-headed
And whiney
And demanding
And sensitive
And teasing
And cranky.

And they are each other nemesises
Fighting
Yelling
Poking
Chasing
Pulling
Biting
Pushing
Screaming
And they are driving me batty.

And this foster momma is
Cranky
Tired
Annoyed
Frustrated
Spent
Confused
And putting us all to bed early again tonight
In hopes of a better day tomorrow.

It was the best of times in toddler land,
It was worse of times in toddler land.