Monday, November 22, 2010

My Own Table

After a relatively successful eating experience at Mimi and Pop-Pop's house last weekend, I decided it was time to ditch my high chair for good. So in perfect almost-three-year-old fashion, I refused to sit in my chair to eat the other night. So Mommy broke down and brought my table and chairs down from the landing and set me up.
I've been doing pretty good eating at my table ever since. Except for maybe a few times that some food accidentally jumped off my fork/spoon and landed on the ground.

So yet another piece of evidence that I am no longer a baby and turning into a big boy right before my parents' eyes. I think these little changes are making Mommy and Daddy miss my baby years but change is good, right? Next up...I think I'll start shaving.


Marirose said...

Noah, you are growing up just great! I miss the tiny baby Noah too like your parents, but love the wonderful almost 3yr. old Noah boy that you are today. It's wonderful to watch you learn and grow!! Love you, Tutu and Sir

Anonymous said...

Hey...most people have stuff leap off their forks. The dog takes care of any food that catapults off my utensils. She seems to hang next to me during mealtime.


Allison said...

What a big boy - and brave Mommy and Daddy! I don't think I'll tell Emily. ;)

Anonymous said...

What a big boy you are, Noah! We are so proud of each step you take to really grow up. But your Tutu, Sir, Pop Pop and I will always see your beautiful, soft, newborn face that we fell in love with almost three years ago. We love you!