Freddie Houdini

Word of warning to anyone who may be feeding Freddie:

For safety's sake, he must be strapped in ... like so ... with all five points of the harness fully engaged.  Don't ask me how I know this is necessary.

Actually, he first climbed out of his chair at Mom's house a few weeks ago.  A feat that Jones never attempted, Freddie'd extricate his knees from behind the tray before sitting, in a crawling position, on the TOP of the (thin, plastic, flimsy) tray. My answer for that was to never let him be in the chair without someone sitting right beside him (the straps for the $19 IKEA chairs at Mom's are USELESS). It'd never been a problem in his bigger chair at home.

Until this week.

And that's when we implemented the "five-point harness" rule.  We're about to implement a "drop cloth under him at mealtime" rule, as well.  You see, Freddie feeds himself kinda like Chris Kattan's Mango character, meaning there's as much food on the floor (and his clothes) as in his mouth.

You've been warned!

While I'm talking Freddie Bear, here's a Fun Fact: he's gotten in two more teeth!  I had no idea they'd come in, but they're both in a good ways, so they must've broken through a few days ago. I felt them this morning when feeling for the slowly erupting bottom teeth that I'm increasingly convinced don't even exist.

The two that DO exist are not the top eye teeth; they're the two on either side of where the eye teeth will go.

Yay, Tom Frederick!