Our W has become such a little boy and less baby. Although, he'll always be my baby. It shocks me sometimes how much he has grown and changed.
Today I took a big leap, maybe lost the parent of the year award, and let W play in our backyard alone. Of course, I was in the kitchen with the door wide open, could hear his footsteps on the gravel, little voice chatting away, and check on him every few minutes, but still he was basically outside alone. Yikes! I'm completely torn about this. In one way, it felt like a good thing because I could get dinner prepared a little easier than compared to when he is playing in the pantry, pealing onions, throwing things in the garbage and trying desperately to open the spices without me knowing. However, on the other hand it is so wrong. He's 1yrs old. 20.5 months and I let him go outdoors alone. Have I lost my mind? It's not like I sent him to the park or to play in the street, but still. *sigh* Today it all worked out well. Tomorrow...I may not go this route again.
In the meantime, I'm feeling a little nostalgic & sad that our bubby is becoming a boy right before our eyes.