Belly Up

So there was something new this morning (aside from the newly colorful walls in the kitchen). Apparently, Daddy had some time last night and did some adjusting to my high chair.

It's all messed up - but it has some promise.

First off, the tray is gone. And its a lot lower. And the seatbelt is back in play.

I thought it was going to be a disaster when Daddy put me in it, but then he scooted me all the way up to the table (the HEAD of the table, might I add) and I ate breakfast like a big girl.

Well, a big girl sitting in a half-dismantled high chair.