We, or I should say I, had a frustrating night tonight. After trying to get Isaac to eat dinner for an hour and a half, and tossing out the third meal of the day that he wouldn't eat (and that is a very common occurence), I finally just sat him down and let him eat spoonfuls of peanut butter, yogurt, and a handful of pretzels and berries. He was so proud of himself. What a weirdo. I can practically count all the things he likes to eat on one hand. And while he's eating his gourmet meal, Adam and I at least got to enjoy fresh salmon for dinner! Kid, you don't know what you're missing...