Let me introduce this fun pair to you: Here are two Things, Thing One and Thing Two!

Hello and welcome, so glad to have you

To my blog with some words about Things One and Two.

Two brothers, who love to play, fight and eat

Exciting, I know, so stay in your seat.

I suppose that you’re thinking

“Not another mom blog!”

If I’m right then move on, go slog through a jog.

But if you insist that I should make this stop

I must do this for class; besides, I’m their pop.

Reading is good. Reading is fun. Reading is fun for Thing Two and Thing One.

Thing One and Thing Two love to read Dr. Seuss
So I will try to put all of that fun reading to use.
Oh, The Places You'll Go! and The Cat in the Hat,
I must try my hand at writing like that.

Ice cream is good, and I wouldn't be so picky, if all other foods were this sweet and this sticky.

Let’s begin with Thing One

He’s the Type-A sort

Wheels and puzzles

And books for him make good sport.

Don’t mess with his pieces

Or play with his trucks

And don’t dare try to

Dress him for church in a tux.

Playgrounds are easily the best place to play. What I wouldn't give for a warm summer day!

He’ll scream and he’ll squirm

No!
   No!
      No!
         NO!
            NO!

“I’ll wear those pajamas

From a while ago!”

We will meet in the middle

You can wear this shirt. Yes.

Now get in the car

Before mom dies of stress.

Click-clack down the track, up the hallway and back.

“We are NOT gonna nap!” and

“Dad, what’s a beer?”

Some things he repeats

Should not be said here.

Faces that make you giggle and laugh. Everything's exciting when you're one-and-a-half.

Speaking of things that are done and are said

Thing Two often fills Thing One with great dread.

Taking his toys and his books and his trucks

Peace and quiet and calm are always in flux.

Trains are a favorite of Things One and Two, as sure as Percy is green and Thomas is blue.

He looks quite the same as Thing One does, indeed

“Are they twins?” you may ask.  No, just the same breed.

Thing Two is more likely to go with the flow,

but will follow his brother from to and from fro.

Down the hall, down the stairs, up the bed to jump, jump

Until they collide with a thunderous thump.

“Tackle!” he shouts as he pulls Thing One down

And giggles like a two-and-a-half foot tall clown.

Thing One does not like this, not one little bit

His only response is to punch, kick, and hit.

Thing Two will fight back, but would rather not struggle

He much rather prefers to cuddle and snuggle.

Pulling a blanket right up to his head

The living room floor makes a welcoming bed.

Bundled and warm, and everything's rosy...

Blankets all over, it's fun to be cozy!

He’d lay there all day, a chill little dude

But then he would miss out on all the good food.

Oatmeal! Bananas! Peanut Butter Crunch!

A mid-morning snack,

And mom, what’s for lunch?

Here's just a thought, it's not too profound: It's easy to share when there's enough to go 'round.

Macaroni, celery, peaches and more

Is there anything else I can find on the floor?

He eats and he eats ‘til he’s red in the face

And fills up his diapers with break-necking pace.

Oodles of noodles and a smatter of sauce, carpet under the table, crumbs easily lost.  

Despite all the stink and the mess and the tears

At least he’s not caught up to his brother in years.

Three is a challenging age, have no doubt

It’s a struggle to not bang your head and to shout.

A boy on her left and a boy on her right, it's no wonder that mommy can't get even one bite.

Mom and Dad may just think that they’ve paid their dues

But Thing Two started early with the terrible twos.

Having a toddler isn't all bad. At least they still think that it's cool to be dad.

These Things make life hectic, but with joy, not despair

Mom and Dad smile and laugh, resist pulling out hair.

The boys take a nap, we can kick up our feet

Then a voice from the crib, shouting, “I need to eat!”

I think you've written plenty about me today. Now let me finish my yogurt. Get out of my way.

If you’ve made it this far, you are the bee’s knees!

Tell your friends and share, won’t you, pretty please?