It was a grey rainy day outside our kitchen today. Inside it was warm and dry. And two little girls hit a mile stone. They climbed into their booster seats (formerly high chair seats) and they ate their lunch at the dining room table.
They have been eating so well with their forks and spoons that I just decided to take the plunge today, making sure to serve them a pretty clean lunch; chicken nuggets (aka "bach-bach"), apple and yogurt. They were precious. Sitting so proudly at the table and grinning at each successful stab of their fork. They even jabbered to each other like their were making meal time conversation. The eating of the yogurt was a group effort. I feed them with one spoon and they each have their own spoon that they can dig in and feed themselves with as well. It is still pretty messy but they get better at scooping each day and soon I will be willing to let them take this one on their own as well.
I am so proud of my girls. They will be 18 months old tomorrow. So hard to believe. It was hard for me to put their little trays away in the cabinet after lunch, but seeing their happy faces as they ate their messy dinner of beef stew and black beans (which they promptly smeared on the table once they were done eating) was priceless and I know I made the right decision. They are ready, probably have been for awhile but I guess I wasn't ready to A) take on the new challenges associated with them eating at the table B) let go of those little footsie moments in the high chairs.... onward and upward right?