You know, when we found this old antique highchair, I just couldn’t imagine having a newer one. I had big plans for it- I was going to strip and refinish it to match our table and Shawn (*ah-hem*) was going to replace the belt with one that could actually hold Cohen in.
But then, who gets around to all of the things they plan on doing, right?
So, our little monkey, is now able to stand up, stand on, and climb right out of his highchair. Notice how its super far away from the table? No, we aren’t exiling him. Just put it one inch closer and he will stand up on the part where his food is sitting and step (or lunge, as the case may be) right over on top of the table. He has no fear. (definitely Shawn’s genes on that one)
Mr. Independent has decided that he wants to climb out of his highchair and then get up on his tippy toes, grab his bowl of cereal and blueberries and walk around the house eating from it, like he’s at being served finger foods at cocktail party.
You can imagine how well that idea is going over with me.
Who knew my desire for a cooler highchair would end up in morning battles over blueberries?