July 29, 2015
We worked from home today because Daddy had a big interview and couldn’t pick up Miss Selah June from Grammy’s house before orchestra. We took the opportunity to go to Target and get a portable high chair. The beautiful wooden high chair I bought before she was born is stupid. It was the first thing I found that I really liked, and it was my first purchase for the baby. And it is perhaps the worst high chair ever made. I thought the wood would be easy to clean and would blend with the rest of our furniture. I was right about it looking good and being relatively easy to clean, but I was wrong about it being good at its primary purpose – to hold down the baby and encourage her to eat mushy, sticky, and crumbly food.
Every evening in the awful high chair had turned into a fight. I was fighting to be patient with her as she twisted and turned, climbed and fussed. Jeremy was fighting off a nervous breakdown over her climbing and dangling over the side of her chair.
This chair was $50. It attaches to any chair and can turn into a booster. It is by far the best $50 I have ever spent.