Y'all, Levi came home happy!!! The diversions I planned just ended up being fun things instead of attempts at distracting him from his usual wrath. He hugged me. He told me, "I like you!" and "I love you!" and, even, "I missed you!" over and over and over. He was full of laughter and sweetness. We giggled; we played; we baked; we cuddled and read; and, finally, he dozed off peacefully. It was all kinds of wonderful. Sigh...exactly what this mama needed.
The alien pop-tart also got a new name. He's been dubbed "Knitten" Generally, Levi calls things what they are...green bunny, horsey, big elephant, little elephant...you get the idea. Since, alien pop-tart isn't yet in his repertoire of identifiable objects, he named this after what he is certain all yarn is...knitting...a.k.a. "Knitten". We'll excuse him for his inability to distinguish between knit and crochet. He is only two, after all. ;)