I broke down and bought the Chicco plastic highchair last weekend while Cal and I went shopping with mom and Mill. I had resisted buying such a chair (a replica of the one my mom has) because I wanted the old fashioned wood one that seems easier to clean and good enough to save for future generations. But, alas, the one that I purchased is pure magic because it can recline and has wheels and can get Cal to dreamland in about 5 minutes (we wheel it back and forth in the kitchen then move him to his bedroom when he’s in deep sleep).
Plus, it lets me have my hands when he’s asleep, which is a whole new concept for me. Last night I was walking in circles in the kitchen because I could not figure out what to do with my person with all this time and both thumbs. And Shaun, who previously could not help with the bedtime routine, is now enthusiastically pushing the chair so I can clean and do other wild things.
While I sing the praises of this lovely highchair, I am still reluctant to blindly follow its magic powers into the night because we’ve bound ourselves to baby gear before – the bouncy. So I’m trying to keep to at first rocking Cal gently to sleep and then moving to him to the high chair once drowsy, and later to his bed. That sounds like an elaborate night routine, but it is much abbreviated from the time spent before rocking Cal to sleep then trying to set him down two or three times then sometimes resigning myself to just holding my sweet boy for the rest of the night – while the house continues to look like it has been abandoned. I love holding snuggly bubbas, but I also like to discover my kitchen counter without dish clutter once in awhile.
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