No means no....

With each passing day Isaac's personality is forming and emerging.  While he might appear to be bashful when someone new enters his world he's very comfortable in his zone.   
Isaac has always worn a bib at meal time and while he usually prefers to chew on the plain ones he loves to pull the colorful character bibs up over his face.  As amusing as this may be (it does make me laugh every time he does it) it certainly defeats the purpose of attempting to keep him clean.

However, Isaac has taken a new approach and decided with complete determination that when the bib no longer suits his mood he wants it off and will stop at nothing to achieve his goal.  He pulls, and grunts, and pulls some more until he's succeeded. And then....he smiles.

I don't want no stinking bib, mama!