I honostly don't know how she stay's there. I can't be there without sobbing.
She made chicken and noodles and mashed potatoes (ahh carb's, Hill family favorites)
Since she doesn't have a high-chair, he usually sits at this bar-stool and eats. I swear he is never that messy in his high-chair at home. We finally got him all nakie (save the diaper) and wrapped a tea-towell around him and let him go to town. We all had a blast.
Then we played a rousing game of pass the stressball!
Enjoy, and try to ignore your womb yelling at you from the cuteness!