RIP High Chair

Ben is officially done with his high chair. He's essentially refusing to sit in it by arching his back and throwing a tantrum when we try to put him in it. 

I handled this change no differently than any other change I experience...I started sweating. But then realized it meant one less big huge Ben thing in the house. Allelujah! RIP high chair...we had some good times together. 

All of Ben's affections have now turned to "seat"...his booster seat which teeters on a bar stool in the kitchen. He found great joy today in trying to push his legs against the table and rock back in the chair. Oy vey. While I am writing this post I am simultaneously scouring the internet for some kind of permanent booster seat. Wish me luck.