The Chair

Oh, the chair.  It's been through a lot.  Gabs and I have spent many many wee morning hours feeding in that chair together.  The chair has a small rip on the side pocket from where I squeezed it so hard during one of the first few painful nursing sessions.  It's the chair Gabi took each of her "monthday" pictures in on the 12th of each month (once she was able to sit up).  And now it is purely a jungle gym and a dangerous source of amusement for Gabi.  She jumps, scales, bounces on in, and [inevitably sometimes] falls off it.  Oh well.    We really should move the chair out of her room to make space for more toys, but it's hard to part with!  It continues to stay there and is one of Gabrielle's favorite things.

She will always run up to it and get quite annoyed that her teddy bears are sitting on it and she isn't.  She will rip them off of the seat and wait for me to help her get up there.  Luckily she isn't big enough to climb on the chair herself.  When she is, will probably be the point that the chair goes away for a while :) 

And once she finally gets off the chair she runs to her crib!  She's been obsessed with her crib lately.  I have a feeling that someday when she has a sister or brother she is NOT going to be thrilled about sharing her old stuff :)