Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Rockin' IKEA

We didn't bring a highchair with us to Prague.  I don't even think it was on the list.  Cooper wasn't real thrilled with the idea of them in States, anyway.  Once here, Suz tried using the stroller and then resorted to covering herself with a towel (a'la the front row @ Blue Man Group) and holding him on her lap.  

So, a couple of weeks ago, we made an IKEA run for fun (and those ubiquitous meatballs).  At lunch, he used a highchair that put him right up on the table.  We put his food in front of him, he picked up what he wanted and was perfectly happy for 10 minutes longer than usual. That's when we realized he really just wanted to be at table height.  He wanted to be a big boy with the rest of us.  Home came the newest weapon in our arsenal to keep Cooper happy and eating.  It's quite a hit.  We can put him in it near the kitchen so he can watch what's going on; keeps him outta our arms and away from the sharp knives and stuff.

Speaking of knives, we got one of those cool magnetic bars on which to hang our cutlery at IKEA, too.  And a giant shoe horn.  And a lint roller.  And a clock.  That place is dangerous.

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