High Chair

I had the pleasure of seeing my precious angel sit in her high chair for the first time at dinner tonight. Having proven my mettle by assembling the chair with the handy, 18-step instructions during an hour of my afternoon, I was ill-prepared for how much seeing baby in the thing would mean. I was ill-prepared, too, for how small she would appear, dwarfed by a chair that she’ll sit in for years. Seeing her with the ocean of white tray before her and a good foot of padded blue chair rising over her, I was filled with a desire to protect her against a world in which bigness will not always be so friendly. A textured, yellow teething toy tethered to the tray was an instant hit with the little princess, who would like her new teeth to be finished coming in yesterday.