Once upon a time, not all that long ago, it was impossible to imagine Ryan doing certain “big kid” things.
Well, it’s happening. I can’t ignore it any longer… it is time to come to grips with a simple but obvious fact: We have a Big Boy in our house.
- He insists on washing his hands every morning and evening, mostly because he can finally reach the water from his very own Big Boy Stool.
- He is sporting new shoes that looked freakishly large in the box and yet fit him perfectly.
- Our new worry: That he will unlock the door to the garage and waltz out.
- Kid vocalizes a strong opinion on what he wants to wear. (In case you’re wondering — jerseys, button-down shirts, socks and pants are prohibited; mismatched pajamas are preferred at all times.)
- A training potty has been ordered and is making its way to my home.
- The big boy booster seat.
I think I was in a bit of denial over how old he was getting until I started looking at the pictures of him in his booster seat.
I admit that I held off on the booster seat in favor of the high chair for as long as my back would allow (big boys are heavy). I was afraid it would be a battle to get him to sit in a new spot for meal times; I was afraid he would be sad and miss his high chair.
Turns out, I didn’t need to worry. When Ryan saw his new booster seat, dude ran to it, pulled the chair out from the table himself and tried to climb into it, proclaiming “Ry-ee chair! Ry-ee chair!“
Yes, Ryan’s chair. Ryan’s big boy chair.