It's time, finally.

I've just had a come to Jesus moment with our highchair. Two plus years we've had this thing, and after each meal, I've tried to wipe the mutha clean. But no matter how hard I try, it seems that certain lingering bits of food are destined to remain.
Now, what I've finally settled on is the fact that I can get the tray clean, the footrest, and the pad where our most precious of buns sit during meals...but as for the rest, I completely surrender.
Dried up spots of peaches, pears and other such baby varietals in all sorts of nooks and crannies...and the mother of all spots--the straps. Crusty bits of green beans, mac and cheese, pasta and the like...all stuck to the straps--which, gratefully, we never use.
But these remains may now, finally, rest in peace...because I give up.

They win.

On to more important things, like how to make sure Jonathan's not chewing on a recalled toy...geeeeez...lovin that latest landmine in the world of parenting.

Speaking of Jonathan, I need to get off my rump and have his allergies tested. He had a reaction again today--this time to (I think) the wheat in his whole wheat pasta. I gave him some of Benjamin's lunch (Annie's whole wheat pasta w/cheese) and he dove right in...loved every bite. But by the time I went to clean his tray off (yes, I still clean the tray, thanks), his mouth and cheek area was all pink. This happened a few weeks ago when my mom fed J some cream of wheat, though that time it was a bit worse. Anyway, not horribly concerned about it, but do want to follow up with Dr. Brown.

Time to eat my incredibly unsatisfying weight watchers chocolate ice cream bar.
It's not too bad, actually...rather good, really...if you're into the whole "damn, is it the weekend yet?" kind of diet.

Over and out, good buddies.