Nothing all that interesting. Grandma said that they brought breakfast after 8:30, and The Boy was hungry before that, so he had already eaten a bar, chips, applesauce and juice. As a result, he wasn't hungry for what he had on his tray.
The hospital has these little cheese omelettes that The Boy likes. I like them even more than he does. They are one of the tastiest things in the world. Why? Because they were one of the first things that I had to eat after The Boy was born, in this very hospital. Oddly enough, the first thing that I'd had to eat was a turkey sandwich (The Boy was born at 3:07 and I wanted to eat a few hours afterwards), which was pretty forgettable. Maybe the reason why those cheese omelettes were so unique was that before having The Boy, I didn't even like omelettes that much, but since having the ones in the hospital, I enjoy cheese omelettes immensely.
Anyhow, enough about omelettes.
The Boy has enjoyed coloring more and more. He basically just makes singular lines at this point, but the quality of the lines has improved over the last few months. This is probably not interesting to anyone unless you have some sort of background or interest in child development, or if you have previously had a conversation about the quality of toddler scribbles.
The Boy also has a Steelers temporary tattoo on his head. Thanks, Grandma.