Last Sunday, we left church in the sunshine. JT got a shoulder ride since we parked so far away. We decided to swing into Whole Foods and pick up JT's meals for our camping trip. (No, I'm not packing homemade baby food for a week long camping trip!) Jim suggested we get lunch there since we were all hungry. And then it hit me... the first meal of my son's life that I did not have to be a part of. Not one bit. No packing, no preparation, no nursing, no pureeing, no chopping, nothing. It was fabulous. So we got a fruit bowl and some chicken bisque for JT, and took a picture of his first ever true "eating out." Then JT got to push his own cart, which he loves , and pick out some food for our trip. Okay, so maybe I helped pick it out. But he did push the cart all by himself. Jim gave some assistance with steering because he kept running into displays. And since JT had already dropped a jar of pears ("Clean up, Aisle 12"), we thought we were pushing our luck....