Lately, we’ve been letting Remy sit on one of our laps at the dinner table after one of us has finished eating. He’s not ready for the high chair and he’s not satisfied with the view he gets from the bouncy chair. His favorite things to do once at table height is to grab spoons and attempt to tip salad and soup bowls. It’s a blast, I tell you.
Anyway, I had some scrambled eggs and veggies in a bowl yesterday afternoon then set the bowl aside on the coffee table while I turned my attention to my laptop. Remy was on the couch with Gary and began protesting with that whining thing again. Gary followed his line of sight to the bright yellow bowl I had left sitting. Aha! There lies an unattended bowl out of reach for baby hands! How could this be? Remy looks for rectification of this horrible oversight and I hold the bowl up to him so he can touch it. He responds by chomping his mouth right over the rim. Yum, ceramic.
So dinner time arrives and I come up with a clever solution to the bowl situation. I hand Remy one of those plastic containers we use for food leftovers and put his toy rings inside. Much fun. All we have to do is retrieve the container every once in a while after it has been flung somewhere out of reach. We have arrived at a temporary solution to the bowl fetish. Most excellent.