Update
So the commute of an hour every morning and evening seems to be affecting Isaac as much as it is me. He apparently spends a few minutes each evening asking "Daddy? Daddy?" to which Noelle can only respond "Yes, Daddy's coming home soon."

It's heartwarming, really.

He has learned some new words, such as "all done" for when he needs to get out of the high chair, and of course "prune", because the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. Isaac actually quite likes prunes. In fact prunes throughout history have gotten kind of a bum wrap (pardon the pun), mainly due to how utterly dreadful prune juice tastes. Prunes themselves are quite sweet, and Isaac is so fond of stewed prunes (that sounds terrible, let's call them 'poached prunes'), that he often picks them out from amongst the bowl of cooked apples and raspberries, and leaves the rest.

There's no pleasing some kids.

So tonight, Noelle made Moroccan chick pea, cous cous and rice something or other, with Moroccan meat patties, and Isaac of course, was having none of it. So did we give him good ol' KD, or maybe Cheez Whiz on Celery? Hell no. Noelle fed him sweetened Ricotta cheese with poached pear slices.

Basically, she had some ricotta in the fridge from two weeks ago when she made lasagna, and she sprinkled some sugar on it, and boiled up some pear slices because pears are so totally out of season that they were like softballs, but in the end it was "Sweetened Ricotta cheese with poached pear slices." Whoever said 'the devil is in the details' was definitely in marketing.

It concerns me though...I mean my son's eating habits. I don't think I'll be able to face the phone calls when he goes to his first sleep over, and turns up his nose at hot dogs, and insists on caramelized pear and goat cheese whole wheat pizza. I'll be the laughing stock of Hamilton. People will just assume I'm gay, and that the whole "kid thing" was a total fluke.

I take some refuge in the fact that when Isaac was going to a previous day home, she did feed him KD and Cheez Whiz from time to time...in fact far more often than we would have liked, but he actually loved it. I think he was high on preservatives and sodium...but he couldn't get enough. So in the end I know he will not be deprived of "normal kid food". And if someone were to offer him Cheez Whiz on Wonder Bread, he would not turn up his nose.

However unlike other kids, he won't turn up his nose at Swiss Chard sauteed in butter with onions and garlic.

What is the world coming to?