Last night at dinner, we parked the lil’ peanut in one of those table-side baby seats — the kind that people bring to clip into the sides of the tables at restaurants. In our humble digs, itâ€™s a space-saving concession to a big high-chair. And though I was concerned at first that heâ€™d be too young to hold himself upright in it, lo, he did. He was riveted. And the thrill on the part of his older sister was unexpected. â€œHeâ€™s eating with us!â€ she exclaimed, even though heâ€™s been doing that since jump. Itâ€™s just that heâ€™s been doing so on the lap of one or another of us. His own chair somehow bestowed upon him mealtime bona fides, and as we held hands around the table to sing our pre-meal song, it felt like weâ€™d arrived at a whole new familial plateau.
The times, they just keep on a-changing.