At the big table

A short while back, we ditched Grant's high chair for a seat at the big table. It's been frustrating at times (pulling off the table cloth, throwing food down, cups down, insisting on a fork or spoon--even though he's eating a banana, etc), but it's nice because we're all together at the table. And the special wooden high chair/booster (which converts to a rocking horse and child desk) from Aunt Nellie way back before Evan was born fits just perfectly at the table.