Gregory is getting to that age where he doesn’t want to eat in the highchair much anymore. He’d rather sit at the table. Half-way through every meal, he starts to leap out of his chair (his feet on the tray), diving straight at me, food on his every limb. I attack back with wipe in hand, trying to cover as much ground as possible before he actually lands in my arms. Lately he’s taken to growling and roaring as loud as he can when he’s getting ready to leap. It’s really cute.