…well, technically maybe two “go’s”…if you count breakfast AND morning snack…before we went back to our highchairs.
As with most everything I do with respect to the girls, I conducted extensive online research on the very best booster seats. I settled on a particular model…found one at our local store…had another shipped to me…and – after extensive pep talks with myself – I was ready to go.
The girls were with me when I bought the one seat, and I’d been talking up their “big girls seats”. We discussed sitting nice and tall and straight…and the ramifications for not doing so = back to the highchairs they’d go.
We presented the booster seats to the girls on Easter morning, and they were very excited to see their long-anticipated “big girl seats”.
So what happened???
Breakfast and morning snack actually went fine! The girls sat relatively nice and tall and straight. No food was thrown. No cups were dropped. No feet were put up on the table.
Thank goodness I took a peek-see under the foam seats as I was cleaning up from snack. They were STUCK to our nice wooden chairs! STUCK!!!
I then read the instructions to the chairs. (I may do extensive research, which I guess I feel allows me to clep reading the instructions???)
“You may want to use this booster seat on an older chair!” it cautioned in a sing-song tone. “Our foam sticks really well!”
Hmmm…you don’t say.
The next day I returned the chairs, and we spent the better part of a week with two of our kitchen chairs in the spare bedroom / furniture infirmary, treating them with all manner of cleaners, polishes, wood restorers.
The kitchen chairs still bear the marks of those boosters…from two hours of use, mind you…but we’ll survive.
In the meantime, the girls are happily back in their highchairs. They understood that their “big girl seats” made boo-boos on our chairs, and they had to be returned.
And now, I probably should revisit my research to find the very best booster seats.
Or, I could consider this experience a sign that Mommy should continue to enjoy her mealtimes in the comfort of the babies being confined.
Whaddaya think, Universe???