My sister had such wonderful intentions for a birthday present for me:
1) a trip to the nail salon to have our toenails painted &
2) a trip to a local little boutique where I could pick out any dress I wanted
The ideas sounded lovely!
1) the nail salon was closed when we got there
I know it’s pretty laughable that I would pass up a manicure and party dress for a high chair! But I’m not normal.
Monday morning I put him in it.
And was confident that I made the right decision.
He ate really well and I nearly ate him as he sat in it like a big boy!
Then I put him back in it for lunch. He was thrilled.
He did his best ostrich impersonation.
I cracked up.
He cracked up.
And then with all the excitement…
he had to POOP!
Have I mentioned that I love kids?