How I know I have made progress

I am a little squeamish. You probably know that if you read my puke a phobia post. Tonight Lana was eating spaghetti with meatsauce and she shoved her finger up her nose and sniffed. I thought a little piece of ground meat got up there. She was complaining about her nose all evening. Then at bedtime, she sneezed. No meat came out--a 2 inch long piece of linguine did though! Nice work, kiddo. In my pre-kid days, just listening to this story would make me gag. Tonight, I laughed and laughed and so did Lana. Progress, I think.