Jeremy left Henry and I at about 12 to go to school.  As soon as he left, I told Henry that I was going to dry my hair; we’d have lunch as soon as I was finished. A minute into the hair drying process, I hear a irritated, LOUD, ‘MA!’.  Not yet sure if he’s hurt or just stuck or if he desperately needs me to find one of his 26 balls, I drop the hair dryer and run as fast I can (4 large steps) to the bedroom.  Wanna guess what I see?

Yah, not what I expected either.  Just so ya know, that toy that he’s pounding on? It was in a basket on the other side of the room.  That means that he picked it up, walked it to the rug, sat down UNASSISTED,  and started playing, BY HIMSELF!  Unbelievable.