The past week Zachary has refused to get into his high chair (and by ‘get into’ I mean be put into) so we have ended up eating at the picnic table outside. He LOVES it. The weather has been perfect and the bugs aren’t out yet so I don’t mind it either. He usually stays seated for the majority of his meal, but does get up and carry around a fish stick or his spoon near the end. I try to be tough about it, but frankly by dinnertime I am tired and am just glad he is eating so I cave in. Sometime I am going to have to work on this discipline thing I keep hearing (and have a book on) about.