A Grand Breakfast

Sorry that I caught everyone in mid-chew or movement. Zane crawled up onto the chair to join everyone for breakfast in Grandma’s verdant “California” room. He’s such a big boy now.

For the trip he used booster chairs or nothing at all. The problem with the booster (or lack of one) is that he’s free to wiggle and roam, which he starts doing a few minutes into the meal. Most morning breakfasts at the hotel were spent with him kneeling backwards on the booster, holding onto the chair back. It didn’t matter if there were interesting things to see in that direction or not, he just really wanted to eat that way, twisting his torso around from time to time to grab more egg or fruit off of the plate.

About three quarters of the way through the meal he’s ready to crawl off the chair, either to crawl back up and down a few times or to roam the room. This is totally my fault. When going out to eat in restaurants I’ve often taken him for a “stroll” through the restaurant after we are done eating. I didn’t consider the possibility that he’d start thinking it was his natural-born right and could be done whenever he felt like.

Speaking of learning things wrong. While riding the elevator at the hotel each day Zane and I would count as the floor numbers flashed by on the display. Do you think he’ll always count numbers: L, 2, 3, 4, 5…?