Dear Diary,

Day 1: 

They gave me spaghetti on my baby plate. Again. Do they not see what this does to me? One noodle and I lose all control. I'm elbow-deep in tomato sauce before they can blink. They try to hand me a fork (LOL). Please. I twirl like it’s an Olympic event. It’s not about eating—it’s about domination. 🍝

Also, quick shout-out: fortunately, my SS Baby Plate stays put under all my pasta theatrics. I don't know what magic this is, but it doesn’t move—no matter how hard I slam. Not that I’m angry. I’m just passionate.

Diary of a Baby Plate Connoisseur

Day 9:
Grandma tried to use a plastic plate from the back of the cabinet. It flipped like a pancake mid-meal. Absolute rookie mistake. I screamed. Mom panicked. We’ve since returned to my trusty stainless steel suction dish—smooth, shiny, heavy-duty. It's like the Bentley of baby dishware.

I don’t just eat off it. I perform on it.

Baby Plate Routines: My Way or the Highway

Day 14:
Lunch was avocado. Slippery. Chunky. Ideal for squish-smashing. The humans say I should use utensils now. But have you felt smashed avocado between your fingers? Therapeutic. They tried again with a spoon. Cute.

My SS plate stayed exactly where it was. No tip. No mess. They looked impressed. I know. I was too. Check out more Avanchy suction plates. It’s the one mealtime tool they get right.

Internal Battle: Eat or Launch?

Day 17:
Spaghetti again. I twirled so hard I slapped a meatball across the room. Mom laughed. Dad didn’t. I'm sorry—not sorry. I considered launching my entire plate, but alas… that suction. Industrial grade. Who invented this thing? A genius, probably.

I don’t want to like my baby plate. But I do.

Baby Plate, Big Personality

Day 23:
Daddy still hasn’t taught me the fork. I think he’s given up. But I’ve learned the real MVP of mealtime isn’t a utensil—it’s my plate. Durable. Solid. Doesn’t crack under pressure (unlike Mom, lol). I pile pasta mountains on it. I paint with yogurt. Still, it doesn’t move.

Mom says it’s eco-friendly. I say it’s indestructible. We agree—it’s perfect.

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Day 27:
Mom once served soup on a plate that wasn’t suctioned. Rookie move. It became a frisbee in under five seconds. I got it to fly across the room and land on the dog. He wasn’t amused. Neither was Mom. Ever since, she’s stuck with my non-slip setup. Smart lady. I still try to lift it sometimes, just to see if the laws of physics changed. Spoiler alert: They haven’t.

Dinnertime: My Stage, My Rules

Day 30:
They say mealtime is about nutrition. I say it’s about performance. I’ve got an audience—Mom, Dad, sometimes Grandma. I twirl. I toss. I shout. But the plate? It stays. My Avanchy dish is my one consistent co-star in this daily drama. It never slides out of frame, never drops its act. If this were a sitcom, it’d win the Emmy. Looking for your own top-tier toddler tools? Don’t miss the best sellers.

A Plate Worthy of My Legacy

Day 33:
I may be two, but my standards are high. My toys must light up. My books must rhyme. And my mealtime gear? Must look good on the ‘gram. The stainless steel design of my Avanchy plate? Chef’s kiss. It says, “Yes, I eat with my hands—but I do it in style.” Plus, it’s sustainable, so I can feel good about my carbon footprint… once I learn what that is.

Avanchy’s suction baby plates are made with real parents—and real toddler chaos—in mind. Whether your kid’s a noodle ninja or a yogurt sculptor, we’ve got the plate that can handle the wild ride.

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