No new photos tonight, but a couple of funny moments that are worth sharing even without accompanying images.

Our dinner this evening was tri-color rotini--Ed's with marinara and John's and mine with fresh-from-the-garden pesto. John speared Ed's first bite on the fork and Ed slurped it in, per usual when it comes to pasta. But on the second bite, Ed took one look and said, "No." No fit, no screaming, just a matter-of-fact, "No." We couldn't believe it since pasta is one thing he'll always eat. Some other dinner options are more of a crapshoot that can end up in a scramble to throw a substitute together at the last minute. Aware of Ed's budding independent streak, I suggested that John put the bowl on his tray and see if he'd eat that way. We knew the fork would be abandoned and there was a risk that if he really didn't want the pasta he'd throw the whole bowl on the floor, but we like to live dangerously (ha!) Ed plunged his hand into the bowl and fed himself a mouthful. While chewing, he picked up another noodle, looked at it, said, "No," and put it back in the bowl. This continued until he asked for "More, more!" We looked in the bowl and found all the green rotini pieces rejected. We mixed in some more noodles and once again he ate all but the green ones. Who knew he had such a discriminating palate?

Later, after his bath and stories, he was running a bit crazy and we figured he was trying to keep himself awake. When he randomly grabbed his firetruck in the middle of a hide-and-seek game with John and started furiously pushing it back and forth, we knew he was on his last legs. We asked, "Ed, are you ready for bed now?" He said, "Ni-nite" and laid the truck on its side--better for sleeping apparently--then trotted into the kitchen for his pre-bed juice and was off to bed in no time. He was quite tired as he had cut his nap short by almost an hour today (for unknown reasons that I pray will not become a new habit) and then spent most of the afternoon playing in the park.