Bread Sticks

Kate has the pincher grasp down.
We figured it was happening based on observation, but knew for sure she had it when we quickly rushed to baby-hemlich a piece of food (which had rolled under the pocket door out of sight) from her throat. Maybe it was a sign she wanted some food to chew?

Then later the same day, she ripped part of a sandwich from my hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Point taken, Kate.So at some point in the past few days (what a blur of a week) I gave Kate a piece of Zwieback toast to gnaw on in her high chair. (Thank goodness she is finally big enough to really sit in her high chair… the Bumbo, wonderful little plastic mold that it is, has become completely unhelpful in feeding. As a gymnastic tool, it’s wonderful though!)Will asked for a piece of toast, too. I gave one to him. And I spread cream cheese on one and ate it. Then Paul came in:
“Where did you find this?”
“We had it leftover from someone.”
“Did you check the expiration?”
“Of course. It expires at the end of the month; we’ve got some time.”
“Holly. It expired the end of February… LAST YEAR.”
Apparently I didn’t drink enough coffee that day. The bottom line was that everything was sealed, unopened, and tasted fine. No one was sick. Will asked for seconds. And Kate enjoyed her first bread!