Dear Ava,


You refuse to sit in your highchair for an entire meal. You'll eat about half of your food, stand up, smile and bat your lashes at me while I ask you to sit down, and then continue to eat standing up. We fight about it nearly every mealtime. It drives me crazy with worry that some day you will somehow fall out of your chair and onto the unforgiving tile floor below. Be careful and just sit down, k?


Love you,
Mama


ps Today you fell off of my craft chair onto the carpet. You cried a lot and were clearly rattled. I am glad you're okay, and now I'm just hoping it scared you enough not to do it anymore.