Outlandish? I Think Not!

Pooki is a climber. We discovered this when the Beans were in their highchairs and I walked around the wall to pick up the mail, returning to find Pooki turned around, standing up in the highchair, leaning over the back of it about to fall to her doom. Okay, I thought. Time to find another highchair with a five-point harness because, of course, it's only a matter of time until Pipsi joins her partner in crime-- well, not crime, but certainly her partner in Let's Give Mommy The Howling Fantods Again.

Most of the Beans' gear is second-hand and I'm proud of that fact, believe it or not. I've spent countless hours scouring Craigslist for what we need and buying something new has become a last resort. It now physically hurts me inside to part with money for something I know they'll quickly outgrow. When the Beans were born, we had two highchairs-- one had belonged to my friend's daughter, the other I'd acquired from another MoM. Both were good, high-quality chairs but only one had shoulder straps and, being the safety freak that I am, every time I looked at the chairs all I could see was a Bean falling on her head. So, the search was on.

When I brought home the first one and proudly set it up next to its navy-blue-and-white counterpart, Hubby snorted and immediately opined: "That is truly outlandish."

Outlandish? Really? I turned around and looked at the Craigslist prize I'd been thoroughly overjoyed to bring home (and already secretly scheming to find another one as soon as humanly possible and setting it up right next to the other one, ridding the Beans of the blue-is-for-boys, redheaded-stepchild highchair once and for all) cradling my little Bean in all its safe and beautiful glory and thought, "No, no it isn't. Definitely not subtle, I grant you, but certainly not outlandish. And if I had one I would sit in it all the time."

Come on, wouldn't you? You would if you looked this cute: