I need to wake Ellie up, to eat, so we can go to Wee Listeners today.
But.
Before I do that I just want to say:
Today she is getting fed downstairs. Every day since she's been home, we've eaten up in the office. First it was bottles. Bottles in arms. Then food at 5 months. She sat in her swing for that, anchored of course, then out she came for her bottle. Yesterday we got the highchair. (Delivered, how I love Amazon)
It's HERE. Whee! Open box, set up. Try her in it. She loves it. Daddy comes home. Whee! Excitement. A highchair. He puts her back in it.
Look at you, big girl! Your own chair!
So progress.
A highchair.
Downstairs I'll go, and buckle her into a seat thats not my arms and she'll eat. It's progress for sure. She's starting to sit on her own. And I wouldn't want her to stay dependent. Think of those poor moms with 18 year olds in wheelchairs.
So pay no attention to the fact that I really feel like yelling "WAIT!! She's just a BABY! It's not fair that she's too big to eat in my arms. She's only 7 months. Doesn't she get to be a baby for a little longer???"
Sigh, so our daily routine of office eating, then Mommy cuddling Ellie surfing the internet with Ellie watching On The Farm split screen are over.
Those Graco bastards.
I'm just not ready.
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