This Dance We Do

This thorn in my side highchair has reappeared in my kitchen in the last month. Its fun when babies get to that stage when they can sit up in a chair and join in on dinner, but come on people, this chair isn't helping me to not stub my toes on things. It is ALWAYS in my way. I have a small kitchen with no real spots to put it, so no matter where I put the dumb thing I'm tripping over it, or moving it to get into the fridge, or moving it to do laundry. I cannot win with this chair. But then I put a cute and chubtastic boy in it and I don't mind so much. He doesn't mind either, as long as I give him toys and crackers.