Shopping for highchairs was the final straw in our shower-registry fiasco. It was the moment we all snapped — an inevitability of three+ hours in a baby superstore, my ankles swelling as the windows darkened. An inevitability of three people presented with seemingly endless options, without the slightest clue what we were doing.
My husband wanted a solid wooden highchair. My mother insisted on the traditional plastic chairs with attached toys. I just wanted them to stop bickering and pick a damn chair. They were all ugly and huge and horrible.
What felt like days later, we walked out of the store with a full registry — minus the highchair. Because while I researched Consumer Reports and read online reviews, I didn’t have anyone to tell me how it was. I didn’t have anyone to tell me about the newest modern baby gear or narrow down my choices.
I didn’t have anyone to tell me this: