Mason Gets High

In an attempt to involve Mason in our family meal time, we busted out "the chair." It is, as you may have noticed, a strap-on. I am in love with this style due to the fact that we have little space in our home, and this chair alleviates the need for another baby item invading the already scarce floor space (don't get me started on the amount of times I have been detoured by the behemoth that is the swing).


Mason seems to be at home in his wooden tower. He sat with us for lunch, and gawked at the food we consumed. Here, high above the black, dog hair tundra, Mason practices his table conversation (mostly sighs and occasional high-pitched squeals) and works on his tracking skills (Dad's food on plate, Dad's food to Dad's mouth, Dad's food on plate, Dad's food...oh, please come to me...erg! Dad's food to Dad's mouth...).

However, not too long after being seated, Mason begins to wonder, "What is the point of all this sitting? What's in it for me?!" He begins to fuss, and Mom, with her super-human nursing powers, rescues him from his pine lair


But it's a start!