I miss the high chair. Well actually ours was a lo chair. But you get the idea. Strapped in. And even though I never really strapped her in, the tray locked her wiggly little body in place. Heaven. But not anymore. I ditched it because really she was too old for it and hated sitting in it. Now she feels the need to run around the house in between bites, throwing bits of cheese, porridge or veges in her wake. Always on my freshly vacuumed or mopped floors.
I sense that the problem is that we don’t have a dining table. Mainly because the dining room (if you could call it that, it’s really a glorified alcove) has been turned into a playroom and there just doesn’t seem to be room for a dining table at the moment. And if I don’t sit down on a regular basis to eat and stay there then I can hardly expect her to. Around here I’m usually a standing eater or a couch eater. I’m sure this is part of the problem.
Still, sometimes I just wish she would stay still for five second out of her entire life, so she could eat or I could help her get dressed or any of those things that I have to do multiple times a day that she finds so completely inconvenient to oblige me in.
I’m absolutely amazed that she actually sat down to eat this smoothie. I say eat, because she insisted on using a spoon. And so, I insisted that she sit down. An exercise in futility perhaps. Because the smoothie still ended up all over her shirt and somehow all over the couch as well. One of the miracles of toddlers. You give them the tiniest amount of liquid and they can somehow spread it over the vast majority of your entire house. It’s a gift, really.
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