My favorite!

I have begged, borrowed and stolen (well, to steal is a relative term - one could argue that it was not stolen but merely borrowed) many of the baby necessities for my sweet little caboose, but there have been a few things that over a lengthy debate I have broken down and purchased. It is a toss up between his stationary jumper and his high chair as to which is my favorite. He LOVES his jumper, but I LOVE his high chair. It rolls, it swivels, it goes up and down, it cleans up lickety split, it is funky looking and best of all - it holds him and all his mess right in one spot!


His favorite thing in the world are biter biscuits. I am not sure which genius came up with the recipe, but I cannot think of a more messy food - it must have been a man. Biter biscuit = bath. If it didn't make him so happy and keep his busy for such a long period of time I don't know if I would bother with the stupid things.

Example A:


There is no Example B. Example A should be enough.




Lola, I should mention, also loves his high chair. She sits right next to him waiting for the food that he drops over to her and laughs while she gobbles up. We also catch him sticking his hand out for her to lick clean. He giggles and giggles.