She bit my finger pretty good when I fed her some potatoes at lunch (never mind they were fried potatoes - more specifically tater tots !).
Speaking of lunch, I think it's inevitable that our days of trying to go out to eat. It's really just a miserable experience. We are so focused or worried about Miss M freaking out that we can't talk or enjoy our food. We always seem to think we can do it. Then we leave thinking that we shouldn't do it again.
Maybe one day we will learn.
We did buy a portable high chair for travels and such. She's still a little small for it.
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