Makin' a sandwich
Getting Nikolai to eat dinner is like pulling teeth (help!).
The other night we didn't feel like fighting him on it, so Jesse said that if he took one bite of what we were having, he could make himself a pb&j and eat that instead. He leaped at the offer and while we were disappointed that he wasn't eating what we made, it was fun to see him be so independent (ok, he had some help, but still).
It reminded me of this picture of myself at about the same age, making a tuna sandwich on toast: