This was Finn's lunch today. A sandwich. Peanut butter and honey on whole wheat bread.
He has come so far with eating. It doesn't seem all that long ago that I was crying over avocados (okay, so it was six months ago), feeling pretty hopeless about his feeding issues and wondering if he'd ever eat table food. He eats pretty much everything now. He even swiped a slice of pepperoni pizza off the table when my back was turned last week, and he ate the whole thing.
Our cupboards are not bare of baby food just yet. I still resort to it when I need to get him fed quickly, because the truth is, it took him a solid half hour to eat that sandwich. But he ate it. All by himself.