Someone LOVES sitting at the table.
Tonight, my grandparents brought dinner to our house. We feasted on the famously good Osteen's shrimp dinner and Pip squealed, cooed, and played the entire time. She doesn't quite fit into the highchair, but she loves being at our eye level and having the ability to play at the table. Tonight she was content to play with her fruit teething ring and plastic purse, but pretty soon those little hands will be grabbing things off my plate.