A couple of days ago, we got out our high chair for the Wee One. She’s a little young for solids (although, not according to my mother, who was giving me a spoonful of cereal at three weeks old…times sure do change), but we wanted her to be able to sit with us at the table at mealtimes.

That makes a shocking total of six chairs that the Wee One has in this house.

There’s the high chair at the kitchen table.

In the TV room, we have a Bumbo, on loan from LittleSis. We use that one when the Wee One is feeling energetic, because it requires her to hold up her own head, and when she wants to be part of the action, watching her brother and sister play.

In the main hallway outside the office, we have a swing with a removable chair. That one is good for when she’s tired or sleepy, as it provides full head support, and the rocking comforts her. When I have to work in the kitchen or take Gal Smiley to the potty, I carry the Wee One around in this chair so she can always see me; the tray on it provides a nice area for me to pop down a few toys to entertain her.

In the laundry room, there’s her infant car seat, ready for outings. She also sometimes sleeps here in this chair if she falls asleep in the car.

Upstairs, in our bathroom, we have a chair that was the Captain’s infant car seat, but now is too old to be used in the car. This chair was the infamous sleeping chair and is seriously worth its weight in gold. Now it serves as a place for the Wee One to sit and enjoy the warmth and rushing water sounds when I’m having a shower.

And lastly, in the main bathroom, we have her bouncy chair, where she sits when I’m getting her ready for a bath, or when the older two are bathing.

That’s a heck of a lot of sitting for someone who technically isn’t able to sit, yet.

In other development news, the Wee One has learned how to turn on the aquarium — a Fisher Price toy that plays music and lights up — that is attached to her crib. It has one big button on the front for on/off, and she’s figured out that she can lift her feet and kick at it and turn it on when she wakes up in the morning. Then I get up, and come in to find her grooving out to the music, while totally turned around and in a completely different location than I left her in. Locomotion + logic is freaking me out.

And the pants that we have for Gal Smiley — too long for her just two months ago — are a little too short for her this morning. They grow up so fast!