I’m at the point where I can put my son down, walk away, and he’ll be content to play by himself for at least a half an hour. He doesn’t crawl yet, but he’s making progress.
Every time I leave him, I’m amazed when I come back. Be it two minutes five minutes or ten, somehow he’s always quite a distance from where I put him down.
He can’t crawl, he doesn’t have the technique yet. He shouldn’t be doing this. But he is. With my back turned, my baby’s going far.
I tried a few times to watch the progression, how does get from the couch to the dining room table, or from the crib to the changing table. It doesn’t work. When I’m there, he’s watching me, watching him, and he’s distracted. And he whines for attention, and for Mommy to entertain him.
With my back turned, my baby can grow up.