You take the good, you take the bad.

We spent a lovely morning enjoying the spring weather at Linvilla Orchards. Our friends Peter and Lucy invited us to meet them at the playground, followed by a picnic lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grapes, and yogurt bites. They climbed and slid and flung themselves down firemen poles with reckless abandon. We fed goats, ducks, roosters, and buff laced Polish chickens. We chased each other with found feathers and dug in the dirt with sticks. The day ended when M caught Peter's hand in the corn feed machine. As Peter's mom consoled him, A caught M's hand in the same corn feed machine. Karma coming back to peck him, or innocent toddler-foolery? We'll never know I guess. I saw glimpses of humanity in them all after calm was restored. A said "I'd like to apologize to M." And then she did. And then M mumbled "Sorry Peter," with his head hung low. And then Peter graciously accepted the apology and offered a hug. It was gladly returned.

We got home, used the potties, washed up and the Salad went into their room for "quiet time." Basically, naps are a thing of the past and the only way to keep my sanity is to corral them in their room and beg them read quietly in their beds. Usually they build forts, play hopscotch, look out the window at the birdies, pretend to be "twin babies" while A cares for them, wrap S in blankets and jump on top of her, ride on the sides of their cribs like horses. You know the deal. Today though, I heard this conversation.

A: "S, can I borrow your Sleeping Bleauty book?" (not a mistype - A does say Sleeping BLUE-T.)

S: "Uh, sure you can, A."

A: "Thanks! You am a great sharer."

The good days are really good.

Of course, the bad days really bad.