Goodbye, Highchair

A few weeks ago, I recklessly promised to lend Sam's highchair to a friend (see Baby Hebert at right). It won't be needed for some time, but I thought I should try to get Sam used to eating without it.

Watching his chair leave the kitchen was heartbreaking for Sam. He panicked, running after me, crying and trying to hang on to it. I finally wrestled it out into the garage, where it waits to be scrubbed and passed on to another little eater.

Neither of us needed to worry. I put out a Halloween placemat (praise God for fall!) and showed Sam to his new spot at the end of our kitchen table. He didn't bat an eye. When food is being served, he asks few questions.

There he sat, happily eating chicken nuggets and peas off of an elephant plate. I use his meal times to take care of dishes, and in that ten minutes I had forgotten about his new location. I turned around and was shocked to see a little boy at my kitchen table. No more baby stuff needed!