Caloden

For most of the past fourteen months I have kept a vigilant post over Devon’s dietary needs. Not a drop of formula has passed his cherubic lips. This is not for lack of trying on my part, he has just been extremely insistent in his demands for my breasts. He has eaten nothing but organic baby foods since he started on cereals and jarred foods. Since he has began on solids he has had only organic fruits and veggies, poultry from happy, free range chickens. And cow’s milk being diffiult to digest, soy milk being hard on the liver, young Devon drinks only goat’s milk. Not easy to find or cheap, goat’s milk, but Devon eagerly laps it up and it is good for him.

All of it has come to a screaching halt this evening. Devon discovered the joys of potato chips -from Cassidy. And not just regular potato chips, bar-b-que flavor. He sat in his high chair for nearly an hour as he made the “more” sign over and over for chips. He even went so far as to say,”Mo. Mo. Mo,”, in his little, angelic voice.

It’s all downhill from here. Tomorrow I might as well give him Fruit Loops and a Coke for breakfast