Cheerio!

In all the heaviness of the earthquake and my own fragile emotional state, I ordered up something light for my blog menu. So here it is: the long awaited post about how our toothless wonder is handling the brave new world of table foods.

Up first, cheerios...

This was not a hard skill for her to grasp since she's been trying to eat things off the floor for months. She was thrilled that I finally let her keep something in her mouth. She finished off the first few by clapping "yay!"...
There was a little bit of unfortunate gagging in the middle of the "yay"ing...
But everything worked out okay in the end.

Her second experience was an oreo. This was strictly contraband. She found it under a chair and I caught her in the act of devouring it...

Look at the way she is admiring her prey...
Our friend Taylor then said, "So that's what happened to the other half of my oreo!" Scrounging around to find a have eaten oreo? That has fourth child written all over it! Except that a typical fourth child, not a long awaited one with a 7 year gap, would probably have already been offered oreos several times over by now. I'm still being a bit of a scrooge in the sweets department.

We've also tried crackers...
I don't so much love the squishing it in your hands...
And then running your fingers through your hair...
Oh well. Food should be fun, right? Although, the whole event kind of wore her out...
She still is fed much of her food by Bill or me both for continued attachment and because I am uber-conservative about "chokey foods". Here Jack decided to share his after school snack with his baby sister...
And finally, to prove that I am not that "scrooge-y" when it comes to food, here's another after school snack time. Jack wanted bagels with...
Whipped cream. I agreed as long as the Redi-whip was doled out the "right way".