May 29, 2015

Somebody graduated to her highchair.  I’ve seen her sitting like a big girl in Grammy’s highchair with all of her toys spread out in front of her.  But for some reason we hadn’t moved away from the bumbo chair.  I guess I’m just a creature of habit.  She still fits in the bumbo.  Those little thighs have a good bit of plumping to do before we can honestly say we’ve outgrown it.  But the bumbo leaves her hands free to grab at anything within arm’s reach 360 degrees around.  Nothing is safe.

So we tried out our highchair.  She did so good!  The little table in front of her gave her something to hold and scratch and pat, while her distance from me gave me a little bit more of a fighting chance to fend off the green bean slime.

Can you tell she likes meal time?