There is a ton of interest in the Stokke Tripp Trapp high chair, and for good reason. This versatile, attractive and well-made high chair is one of the best baby products on the market. Many parents have questions about the ins and outs of the Stokke Tripp Trapp, and in this post I’ll go over…
Answers to Your Stokke Tripp Trapp Questions

Know what makes difficult things a little easier? A Liz blog at 6:46 am on a Monday! Thanks Liz, it’s going to be a good day!!
Aw thanks Matty! It’s going to be an even nicer day once we all have a little coffee. Before that all bets are off. Also, Matty, I think you took the “sexy” photo of me at the end of this post! You can do amazing things with photography 🙂
This blog post was fortuitous. I took last week off to spend some quality me time on, you guessed it, doctor’s appointments and catching up on long neglected housework. Henry had other plans. He has a horrible stomach bug that kept him sick from Friday night until Tuesday (that’s all of Memorial Day weekend) Then he developed a double ear infection. And just as I thought he was feeling better, I became violently ill. Like Urgent Care level… And guess who didn’t care? You guessed it. Even after I nursed him back to health, aside from a brief “feel better”, that’s all the sympathy I got for my troubles. So my week of recharging mommy’s batteries turned into a week of Henry at home with me while we were both sick….Ugh.
Henry! It’s like he doesn’t even know what quid pro quo means!
One of the worst moments of my first being sick week was when I realized that this isn’t the one and only time this will happen. 🙁 Also,Theo decided that all mommy needed to cure her cold was a few good smacks in the face. Heh. Babies.
I think Theo was trying the medical version of aversion therapy. He might be very advanced for a young baby…
Ah this reminds me of the time my then 6 week olds growth spurt coincided with a stomach bug… It’s really hard to run to the toilet when where’s a baby on your boob.
Ha! It IS hard! I’ve done it. It’s not pretty.
Liz, your blog always speaks to my 32 year old self when I was raising my four beautiful babies…um..yes…a long time ago!
That makes me happy! I can’t even imagine having 4 (although I kind of want 4 🙂 I don’t know how you did it, and they all turned out so great!
Yeah that “worlds hardest job” thing I always suspected was a crock. Yeah so I got up before the sun to feed Cousin Kyle, and then got up again with the sun to feed him again. He’s pretty easy to please, and right now were lounging in bed waiting for the next feeding or diaper change, whichever occurs first.
This definitely is not the hardest job in the world. My kid may be my boss, or vice versa, but at least he isn’t stealing credit for my work or undermining me in some way. Then again he can’t really talk.
We may eat our words someday. My guess will be in approximately 2 years. I’d be happy to contribute to your blog my feelings on the years of woe my ears have endured on the plight of motherhood. But I can’t promise I won’t offend anyone. Isn’t being a mother all about judging people anyway?
I never saw the uncle pork chop shish kebab grill. I think we need to bust this out on our next visit, after we digest our popcorn, ice cream and tender steak sandwiches (not in that order)
(Or maybe in that order, we don’t really care do we?)
Love you!
Yeah, rumor has it that in about two years things will really kick into high gear. I’m bracing myself. And yes I do feel better, thanks! The Willows was really the ‘pick me up’ that I needed.
Your friend Courtney sounds hilarious! And sexy.
PS are you feeling better?
I hurt my neck last week. But that didn’t stop Charlie from using my pregnant belly as a step ladder to climb up to the top of my head and lay down.
Ha! Charlie sounds like he really knows how to make use of the tools at his disposal.
Oh no!! I know the feeling! At the height of being sick a few months back Maris cried one night for four hours straight. I had to dig deep for that one.
You still managed to assemble a very entertaining post. Love this one!
Thanks Katie! Maris was testing you. She wanted to see what you were made of. Now she knows that you’re legit, not a mother to be trifled with…