Movin' On Up

AJ recently graduated to the land of high chairs. Joe and I love this development, because it means that we are able to enjoy restaurants more than when we were passing him back and forth on laps. Being a little bit of a germophobe, using public high chairs that are crusted over with months worth of goo and ooze forces me to take a deep breath and remind myself that he will soon be crawling all over the germ-infested floor anyway. I don't want to misrepresent my level of cleanliness--I am not a clean freak who disinfects my kitchen at home every night. I am more of the germophobe breed who can't stop thinking about how I walk through pigeon droppings on the creepy crawly Chicago sidewalks and then walk into my apartment wearing those same shoes. So for the restaurant high chairs, I bring my Floppy Seat cover that at least encases the goo and ooze and then also wipe down all surfaces within gumming range with a wet wipe. And then I order a glass of wine and tell myself those three magic words of parenting--let it go.