A few days ago, Zoe came to the realization that she no longer wanted to be separated from the rest of the family at meal times. In other words – no more highchair. She started to show us signs slowly over a few weeks starting with wanting to use our utensils rather than hers. She would throw her little plastic spoons on the floor and use her hands. Momma took the next progressive measure and bought some child size metal spoons with rubber handles. Didn’t quite get the job done for Zoe and she started throwing those on the floor too.
Because of her utensil dropping tendencies, she always finished eating before anyone else. We’d put her down on the floor to go play but she always hung out by the table , wanting to get out in our laps. Of course, we’d oblige. She seemed quite content sitting in my lap, picking at my food until one day…
It was dinner time and Momma had Zoe’s little plate ready to go. She asked me to put Zoe in her highchair. I picked he rup and started to lower her into the vat of hot oil. At least thats how she physically responded to her being lowered. At one point I looked down to verify that there wasn’t really any hot oil down there.
With her legs curled up under her bum, she shrieked as I tried to unfold her left leg and lower it. No dice. I then tried to hold her right leg straight into the seat but as I did so, her left leg shot out and grabbed the edge of the chair, locking herself out. Arghhh.
We just gave up. Her highchair now sits in the garage collecting dust, waiting for the day we take it to GoodWill.
Zoe now sits at the table with the rest of us, in her little booster seat, strapped to the chair. She tolerates her tiny silverware but gives up after a few minutes and grabs our adult size forks. She looks quite funny, rrying to negotiate a piece of chicken with a fork thats longer than her forearm.
Shes just growing up too fast!
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