I found a black wooden feeding chair for little monsieur to match the black vintage ones we already had.
I know I there are two more of the big black chairs, I just have no idea where I have them for the moment; they have been in my my ex fiancés cousins basement storage, my sister's flat, her ex boyfriends flat, and if all six managed to move together trough the years they are now hopefully to be found in my father's rental storage space. Not that we will need one or two more quite yet of course. But I suck at relaxing in the moment and kind of see Dag driving a car already; he will so need that bigger chair in no time. Mmmmhmm but back to 2013, yes, yes. I'm very content with the feeding chair. And so is Dag, it makes him very happy to sit up high with the others.
