For anti-cabin-fever therapy, we took Liam out this morning to explore parts of the toy store we’d never seen before and then out lunch with us for the first time post-infant seat. He thrilled us to bits with how calm and self-possessed he was in the restaurant. He sat straight up in a high chair pulled right up to the table without the tray attached, charmed the waitresses with his poise, and very obviously enjoyed being at the table like we were. I’d prepared his lunch at home and packed a wide-mouth Thermos of hot water in which to warm the little containers up at the table. He ate all his own lunch neatly, snacked on crackers and a glass of water that the server brought him, nibbled bits of the chicken HRH had for lunch, and had his first taste of vanilla ice cream from my dessert (sometimes his reaction was “More!” and other times it was “Ew, it’s cold.”) I really wish we’d had a camera, because to see Liam sitting so neatly at the table was terrific and so heart-warming. It makes me wish the high chair we have at home was less bulky and more table-friendly.
He’s growing up so fast. Next week he’ll be ten months old. I’m not sure where the time’s gone.