First he wanted to watch Little Einsteins. Not just any Little Einsteins, "the flower one"! I have no idea which one is the flower one, but apparently it is not any one of the 14 I have saved on the DVR. So after we went through all of them at least twice, he decided he was hungry.
I would think so, since he hadn't eaten since dinner last night. I was supposed to start him on clear liquids so I offered him some juice. He wanted juice in one cup and milk in another cup. But not either of the two bottles of juice that were in the fridge - a new bottle of juice (same juice, new bottle). I thought, whatever, it will get used up sooner or later....
So I put the juice in the green cup and the milk in the yellow cup, just like he asked. Then he wanted some cereal. We managed to get some cereal (two different kinds, in just the right proportion) into a bowl without too much drama. Then after he sat at the table, he wanted me to move the table. I moved the table. That wasn't good enough, he wanted to move to a different seat. I moved his bowl and two cups to the spot where he wanted to sit, which was obviously a horrible thing for me to do, because it caused a full meltdown. I put everything back where he wanted it. Then he wanted Madison, not me, to help him move to the other chair. I guess she did something wrong, because that chair was no good either. He picked a third spot.
Okay, so we're all set, right? Juice in the green cup, milk in the yellow cup, cereal in the bowl (again, after being dumped out sometime during meltdown), chair and table positioned perfectly.... but no. Now he wanted the milk in the green cup, and the juice in the yellow cup! So I poured out the juice. Which caused a full screaming total fit.
Several minutes later, after he calmed down somewhat, I finally figured out what I had done wrong - he wanted me to wait until he sat back in his chair to pour out the juice. So I got the milk in the green cup. Now he wanted the juice in the yellow cup. So I waited until he sat in his chair like a good mommy, and poured out the milk in the yellow cup. But now he wanted "new" juice, again. Well, the bottle of juice I just opened for him was the last bottle of new juice I had.... so I took the bottle of juice out of the fridge and used it to fill up the other bottle of juice - "tada! - new juice." That was acceptable - so I poured the new juice into the yellow cup.
Finally satisfied, he ate a few pieces of the cereal, and had a sip of the milk, and then decided to go outside and play with the other kids.
Keep in mind that throughout this entire process he is on the verge of total meltdown (and frequently going over the edge)... normally I would not be nearly so accommodating to the whims of my three year old, but he was still coming out of the anesthesia, tired and groggy and grumpy. I know that nothing I could have done would have made him happy, but I sure tried.


It is a Tiger Swallowtail butterfly ~ Madison's favorite. We were disappointed to have missed the transformation once again, but 
