Nowhere-Near-Wordless Wednesday

Since Nate started climbing into his high chair by himself last month (by first climbing on a dining room chair, then crawling across the dining room table before stepping into the high chair), I've wanted to get him a booster seat. But bills and Christmas gifts had priority, so he continued his climbing every day. Last week, what I feared finally happened - he fell from the high chair. He was trying to back off the tray, slipped, hit his head on the dining room table, and then landed on the floor on his tush... not happy. He cried for about 10 seconds but then he was fine.

This is what always happens. He does something daring (he's fearless), takes a small tumble eventually, scares the life out of me, and then is fine in 10 seconds and (I think) even more fearless. It's amazing that I have no grey hairs. I'm convinced one day I'll wake up with 50, bang.

But anyway, that one spill was it for me. The booster seat plan was going into motion - and this past Monday, it did.

Cutest little booster seat man ever. (And is there a more quintessential toddler lunch than chicken nuggets and carrot sticks?)

He loves his booster seat and didn't care in the slightest that we moved the high chair out. I love how easily he transitions from one thing to the next. Even more, I love that I have to worry less about that particular fall happening again. But I really love that now it feels even more like he's sitting at the table with us. My big little man.