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.