A good two feet in front of the chair. (And please you to excuse the random leaf under the table. It's not like she's crawling. Yet)
Halfway under the chair. (and please you to excuse the mashed potatoes on her chin. They were so very yummy that I had to give her a tiny taste)
Under the chair. Wherein Mommy decides to be a good parent and not see what will happen if she keeps scooting backwards (but oh, would you look at all that great hair coming in). And then Mommy has to very quickly pretend she's a good parent because she sees this
And realizes the end result of that would not be photo-worthy. And probably quite evening ruining.
And hey, if you scroll up from here and look at the photos in backwards-order, you can pretend she's crawling. Forward.