I'm hosting a belated Hanukkah shin dig this morning for my playgroup and have a ton to do. (Well, latke frying, is hard work). Michael wanted to go downstairs to his playroom and play with all of the new toys he was given last night at my parents Hanukkah party. (Yes, I know Hanukkah is actually over but what can you do? People's schedules can be so difficult.) After begging and pleading and yelling and foot stomping, I let him go downstairs without me. I can hear him playing just fine, and we did set up the basement to be his playroom, but this is the first time he has ever played down there for an extended period of time without one of us with him. Yes, I've run up to get a drink or grab a different toy, but he's down there and I'm up here cooking. And blogging
For some reason, it just seems so final. Like if I don't need to be watching him at all times than he is definitely not a baby.
Then again, he just yelled "Mommy, fix my sock," so maybe I'm not useless after all.
Knowing when to let go
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I am totally impressed that he can play down there without tearing everything apart!
I am totally impressed that he can play down there without tearing everything apart!
I am totally impressed that he can play down there without tearing everything apart!
I am totally impressed that he can play down there without tearing everything apart!
I’m right there with you. We set up a playroom in the basement for Jocelyn, and she’s yet to play down there by herself.
I’m right there with you. We set up a playroom in the basement for Jocelyn, and she’s yet to play down there by herself.
I’m right there with you. We set up a playroom in the basement for Jocelyn, and she’s yet to play down there by herself.
I’m right there with you. We set up a playroom in the basement for Jocelyn, and she’s yet to play down there by herself.
If we had a playroom, both of my kids would be playing down there by themselves. These things that are so hard for me with my older one, never seem to be an issue for me with my younger one.
If we had a playroom, both of my kids would be playing down there by themselves. These things that are so hard for me with my older one, never seem to be an issue for me with my younger one.
If we had a playroom, both of my kids would be playing down there by themselves. These things that are so hard for me with my older one, never seem to be an issue for me with my younger one.
If we had a playroom, both of my kids would be playing down there by themselves. These things that are so hard for me with my older one, never seem to be an issue for me with my younger one.
Let it go. I only wish we had a playroom. When the boys decide to play upstairs I’m grateful. Usually they want to play some crazy, complex sports-wargame-cartoon thing 4 feet from me.
And on top of their sister’s puzzle.
Let it go. I only wish we had a playroom. When the boys decide to play upstairs I’m grateful. Usually they want to play some crazy, complex sports-wargame-cartoon thing 4 feet from me.
And on top of their sister’s puzzle.
Let it go. I only wish we had a playroom. When the boys decide to play upstairs I’m grateful. Usually they want to play some crazy, complex sports-wargame-cartoon thing 4 feet from me.
And on top of their sister’s puzzle.
Let it go. I only wish we had a playroom. When the boys decide to play upstairs I’m grateful. Usually they want to play some crazy, complex sports-wargame-cartoon thing 4 feet from me.
And on top of their sister’s puzzle.