No More Getting High
For the past days Ezra’s threshold of being trapped in the highchair has been dwindling. He’s been making his raised-arms-flapping-hands sign that means GET ME OUT OF THE HIGH CHAIR many times during a meal. And he’s also been climbing everything within reach: chairs, baby gates, beds, couches, stools and the highchair. And we have been using the booster seat when we eat, and he’s been eating from his table during other times.
Yesterday, while Ezra was climbing the high chair when both -v- and I had our backs turned for nearly a second, he saw an opportunity to climb the highchair and maybe reach the top before -v- and I could tell him not to climb the highchair because it could tip and fall on him. In stead of being able to tell him that the highchair could fall on him, the highchair fell on him. I freaked out. -v- comforted Ezra. Ezra was fine because the highchair is light.
Now the highchair is a thing of the past. I removed it from the kitchen, and his table is now in its place. In fact, this morning he was sitting in a chair at his table eating breakfast with no raised-arms-flapping-hands sign that means GET ME OUT OF THE HIGH CHAIR!