It's happening faster than I thought. Truett just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Shawn and I have discussed what would happen if we didn't feed him, but I don't think it would help us meet our goal of keeping him a baby.
I didn't blog about it, but about two weeks ago I tried to put him to sleep in his new big boy bed. He actually fell asleep in it and was so darn cute. I went back in an hour and a half later and he was curled up in a little ball on the floor. Back into the crib he went. Guess we'll try big boy bed again in a few weeks.
But, there is one thing that he did on his own. He walked away from the highchair. Cut the ties and went cold turkey. He was getting to the point where he'd arch his back, cry and have MANY temper tantrums if he even saw you walking towards said highchair. You would have thought it was going to bite him or something (more likely the other way around).
Day after day, he wandered over to Mallory's kinderzeat. Shawn started putting him in it for fun and well ... the rest is history. You know he had to have one! He got the updated version - the Tripp Trapp - on Friday. A beautiful orange color and he LOVES it. Mommy not so much because you can imagine the mess on my table at meal time. At least the highchair contained all that squished up food.
Guess you can't stand in the way of progress ... even at your own dinner table.