Oh mylanta, today was Hell. More refusing to listen. More throwing, hitting, and kicking. He was put in time out a good thirty times today, every visit accompanied by ear-splitting screaming, mostly “NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO TIME OOOOUUUUTTTT!” He doesn’t seem to understand the concept of “be quiet and sit still for ONE MINUTE and you’ll come out of time out.” That goes right over his tiny head. I couldn’t get five seconds of that out of him.
At one point today, Deven was asking for his nap, and I said we’d go once I got to eat something. That made Deven angry, and then Archer wanted to eat too, and god help me, THEY WERE BOTH SCREAMING. I wanted to crawl under the sink and hide. I know the baby is only, what, 3 weeks old? This is only the beginning of the simultaneous screams that will eventually become my demise.
I love Deven very much, but I can’t say I like him very much these days, and I feel so incredibly guilty and horrible for that. I’m supposed to like him, and if he’s making things hard, I’m not supposed to hold it against him, because I’m doing something wrong, right? He’s reacting to something going on around him, or his acting out because he’s not getting enough attention. What the hell am I supposed to do? I’m kind of at a loss right now.
And what is it with little boys and smelling like farts? My baby boy smells like, well, baby, and my milk. It’s a very sweet smell. Deven went from smelling like a sweet little baby to smelling like dirt and farts over night. It reminds me of elementary school, when I would be sitting in class or walking through the halls and the air around me would suddenly fill with the smell of fart, and I knew it was because one of the little boys near me let one slip. I think it’s potty training; diapers and pull-ups are better at absorbing the little-boy stench. Girls don’t fart, especially not in public.