For those of you who keep up regularly on this blog you know how cute and yet how challenging our young man can be. For the second day in a row Ryan has decided he’d choose to eat the absolute minimum amount of food to sustain himself. Taking his little peace march all the way through dinner, Ryan went to bed with a full stomach of milk and not much else.

As I finish my sixth chocolate chip cookie of the evening, I can’t help but wonder how his appetite is proportionately so much less than mine. I’d normally hope he gets his mother’s eating habits which are generally healthier than mine but at this point I’m thinking he should follow my lead.