The Highs and Lows.

Perhaps inspired by Balloon Boys antics the baby created her own stunt yesterday.
It involved her 'high chair.'
It would more appropriately called a 'low chair.' It's one of those chairs with a tray but no legs. Much more stable and safe - unless you put it on a table....

The baby is impatient. She asks for food (by shouting NAK!) loudly at me but does not like to sit in her high/low chair to wait for it. So there I was in the kitchen making the NAK!
The baby decided to mix things up and climb into her high/low chair by herself. Unfortunately it was in the high position ie: on a table. Also unfortunately, she declined to tell me of her intentions.

I heard a loud CRACK as the tray snapped off. I turned round to see the cause of the CRACK to see my sweet baby girl rag doll through the air. She had been standing on the tray. As a final insult she came down head first.

The worst part was the shock. She was so shocked. There was the terrible silence before the scream - it seemed to last for several minutes. She kept looking to me as if for an explanation of what just happened. She clung to me - as I watched an enormous purple bump rise on her forehead.

Then she got very quiet and sleepy. Uh oh. I see the ER in my future.
As I snuggle her and tickle her to keep her awake, I can see myself waiting outside her room at the hospital as the social worker comes to talk to me about putting highchairs on the table. Sigh.

Hindsight is so frustrating. I know I shouldn't put the chair on the table but my back asks me to. I need my back, I like to keep it happy. So I put the chair at eye level. I should say - I USED to put the chair at eye level. My back will have to suck it up from now on.

In the end the baby stopped exhibiting signs of concussion so I managed to avoid the chat with the social worker. Phew.
The bubble wrap hat looks really cute too.