The first time he sat in the high chair - about three months ago. He was tiny and bald and we buckled him in really securely because we were afraid he would slip through the leg holes. The pajamas were loose on him.
Taking up more space. Sitting more steadily. Hair on his head that has actually been cut twice. He is wearing a little frog suit that I couldn't have imagined would ever fit him.
Holding the spoon. Someday we hope he will make the connection that he can feed himself. But for now, we are happy to feed our little chunky monkey.