Literally and figuratively. And yes, I knew this would happen.
Still, sometimes it takes my breath away to realize just how different she is than the teeny baby with jet black hair (that stuck out straight like she was channeling Joan Jet or Billy Idol!!!) we took home from the hospital.
We just retired her high chair. It was a gigantic red plastic and metal monstrosity, that took up a ton of space in our kitchen. So honestly, I wasn't sad to see it go. Still, sometimes I walk into the kitchen and wonder what is missing.
To replace it, we bought a Stokke Tripp Trapp (used off of Craig's List - score!!). This is a chair that "grows" with the child - i.e., you can take it apart and lower the seat and footrest as the kid gets taller. Monkey loves to clamber up and down, and frequently will request to sit there, even if we aren't eating or coloring with crayons. She also sits on the blue vinyl cafe chairs we have at the kitchen table - she likes to do what we do, and being constrained in a high chair was no longer viable.
So, adios dear high chair, you served us well. Sorry we had to put you out to pasture....it wasn't you, it was us. No, really. It seems we've just left the baby behind and moved on, I'm sure you understand.
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