In a parenting move that was probably long overdue, we got Jack a booster seat this weekend. No more high chair -- it's been moved to the garage.
No more high chair means several things. It means we have a lot more room in our kitchen. High chairs are big. It means that Jack is using plates, bowls, and utensils at every meal. The messiness of a meal has some sort of inverse ratio to sitting at a table. You can't just wipe yogurt all over your face when you sit in a booster seat and eat at the table, right? I thought not. That's for *babies*.
I suppose that getting rid of the high chair could make me feel sad -- like it's another milestone that means he's not a baby anymore. But he so loves eating at the table, that it makes me not think that way.
I mean, look at this face.
Hope there's a toothy grin in your Monday,
Heather
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;) Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteWow, that's a pretty big step. I'm lagging behind. I also plan to keep Eli in a highchair until he's 18.
ReplyDeleteGah. He's totally getting to big boyhood.
ReplyDeleteHe love's it! So cute! And now Pablo and Lucy wont have to jump up to clean up after him anymore. He's right at their level now.
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