The boy now sits at the table with the rest of us. Perched on his knees on a kitchen chair pulled up close to the table, he picks at his food just like his sister does. He pushes away his plate when he doesn't like what is on offer. He gobbles his eggs every morning and eats bowlful after bowlful of yogurt when it is put in front of him.
Just don't try to seat him in a high chair.
The high chair we bought when the girl was only a few months old has been dismantled and passed onto friends. She sat in it when it was reclined as far back as it would go and sat in it when it was transformed into a booster seat. She would probably still be using it if I hadn't transitioned her out of it in order for the boy to have somewhere to sit.
He used it happily for the longest time. The white tray clicked in place, he would sit and eat or play or watch me from across the room. Shortly after he hit seventeen months the struggle started. He would protest being put into the chair. He graduated to back arching and passive resistance. Then he adding screaming.
I gave up. For a few weeks the high chair sat beside the table while the boy sat on a kitchen chair. Five chairs around the table. We moved it away from the table to a spot against the wall, where it sat for another few weeks. Finally, we took it apart.
He sits at the table with the rest of us. Happy that he is where he wants to be.