Heimlich

Nate got a little overzealous with shoving food in his mouth at dinner and ended up in an honest-to-God choke — turned beet red, wasn’t breathing at all. I quickly stood up, poked him in his belly in the right place with an upward thrust, and out popped a gob of ground-beef-and-green-beans-and-goo right into his lap. Ick. Sorry, baby boy. But thank you, thank you, thank you Dr. Heimlich!