That line through the middle, that's The Rock Star. Of course he has his moments but he's usually pretty steady. The M's and W's are a series of zigzags. That's The Little Buddy. Extreme ups. Extreme downs. His personality is a lot like watching contractions on the machine in the labor and delivery room. Wonderful. Sweet. Just fine. Uh oh. Up. Up. Up. Higher. Nearly unbearable. Teeth gnashing. Down. Down. Down. Whew. Just fine. Sweet. Wonderful. Predictably unpredictable.
He's hot. He's cold. He's sugary sweet. He's angry. He vacillates between being the happiest and grumpiest toddler in the world and he can jump from one to the other in less than a second. It certainly keeps us on our toes.
But whether steady or zigzaggy, nothing is sweeter than their snuggles. I cuddled up to The Rock Star last night, the one I sometimes refer to as Honey Bunny. I'm certain that in two years he'll look at me, roll his eyes and tell me to stop embarrassing him right then but, for now, he let's me. He'd been asleep. He picked up his head and stared at me with only slight recognition. "I love you, Honey." I said.
"I love you, Bunny." He whispered. It sure was quick thinking on his part. Especially for someone who was only semi-conscious.
The Little Buddy has started whispering. It's really funny and his voice is ridiculously and adorably husky when he tries it. I was snuggling with him on the floor a few nights ago. He joined me in Jesus Loves Me and, when we were finished he whispered in a gravelly voice, "I wuv you."
So, yeah, nothing else really matters as long as I get my snuggles.