We began '98 with goods jobs and a life
But were quick to embark on a path fraught with strife
On our own there's more freedom to pick and to choose
But stress ramps up quickly - there's a lot we could lose
Put two kids in the mix and you add tons of love
Now we're "parentrepreneurs" needing help from above

Yes, life is so crazy with Thing 1 and Thing 2
Running and knocking our "worldlies" askew
"This house is a mess!"  Mommy cries with a shout
Race cars and toy trains always scattered about

Our boys fought with such drive, it scared us to see
Oh, we hoped they would live to see four and see three
How the swirl of two boys so testosterone laced
Made us wish to remake them - more sensibly spaced

My God! we exclaimed as the rumble turned roar
'tween children hell bent to make each one more sore
Does our parenting skill fall so short of the mark?
Please NO! or our future's exceedingly dark

Oh, we needed some help, so we said, "that's the end!"
to the home of four chances and keenness to bend
And we turned to the light of the parenting books
Storing counsel and plans in brain crannies and nooks

Then through the vast rubble it was plain to see
A break in the war… so we shouted with glee!
And now there exists not a King and his foe
But two fun little chums who still fight - not much though

Jennie our "teacher", she's helped us get here
She's kind, and so steady - states rules very clear
Loving and happy,  she's from the mid-west
Have told her and others we think she's the best

A happy preschooler our Aidan is now
He loves asking questions, the "Why's?" and the "How?"
He's thoughtful and quiet with many around
It's in the small groups his persona abounds

Of all that has happened this busy last year
The budding of Keevan is held very dear
From an angry newborn to a screaming young pup
To a difficult kid to a sweet buttercup
He worships his brother from morning's first light
Then snuggles him tight when it's time for good night

We find those two boys snuggled close in our bed
So warm and so loving - it goes to our head
We are happy but harried - our life style of choice
Our hearts are so full - it's the love of those boys