Caloden

I have long said that if any of the children will push me over the edge it will likely be Devon. He looks like an angel and sounds like heaven. But the truth is that he is really quite difficult. I can't even put into words all the things about him that make me nervous, but I do know that I spend a massive amount of my energies trying to make sure all is right in his world. If his world is all good then mine will be less riddled with his tantrums and fits.

This week Devon has consumed nothing more than home made pumpkin bread, granted it was from organic pumpkin I had frozen last fall, and organic yogurt and whole, organic milk. That has been his diet for the last five days, with the occasional ice cream cone thrown in here and there. Yesterday afternoon we ran out of the pumpkin bread so for the last 24 hours or so it has just been the yogurt and milk, except for last night when I took Cass and him to the rodeo and he downed an orange Fanta and a brownie in about 90 seconds flat. Needless to that by today he was awful. In fact, his behavior could easily have been labeled as bitchy. Or just bitch. This afternoon he was so awful that when he demanded a plate of meat at the lunch table I willingly went and filled his order, simply desperate at the the thought that he might actually ingest some protein. But no. When he saw the plate and realized it wasn't his "scratchy meat", meaning taco meat, he dissolved into inconsolable tears and had to be sent away from the table. From there he began to scream and beat his hands and feet on the ground in protest to my cruelty. After a few minutes my mom looked at me ans asked, "You think maybe he's tired?" I shrugged, not really caring just so long as he shut up and took Devon up to bed, gave him a sippy cup of his beloved milk and tucked him in. We were then graced with three hours of peace and quiet.

On a normal day a late afternoon nap that lasted until nearly 6 p.m. would have sent me in to a nervous fit of itching just thinking about how late Devon would stay up. But not tonight. Nope. It's Matt's weekend. He he he. I rented a dumb movie, Fool's Gold, and sat on my ass while Devon and his daddy likely played round after round after round of hide and seek.