High Horse.

One wonky Swedish screwdriver, one splintered piece of wood, one call to customer service, two wrongly assembled slats, and one calming glass of champagne later, we now have a high chair.
Carrots
I have been introducing Simone to solids in dribs and drabs (and dribbles, more often than not) for about a month. A little here, a little there, sitting in her Bumbo chair. But on Monday she turned six months adjusted, and so I figured it was time to buy something more practical than the Bumbo and make non-liquid meals a real, honest-to-goodness part of our daily routine.

Reviews have been mixed. Simone is more interested in the cats than her food.
Cat!
With Irma
What WAS a success, however, was the introduction of a new game: Throw Things Off The Tray, also known as Mama asks “How High?”
I gave her an assortment of objects from the kitchen drawer, hoping to work on her fine motor skills—a spoon, a rattle, a medicine cup, a wine bottle stopper, an oral syringe, some pacifiers. She doesn’t seem to find flinging them overboard that entertaining in and of itself, but watching me pick them back up and put them on her tray is hilarious. To her.
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