Independence

As Dylan gets older, I feel more and more comfortable not constantly knowing what room he is in, or what he is doing.  If things get too quiet, I usually end up investigating, but I'm comfortable for the most part.  Plus, if I'm being honest, I'm relieved to get a minute of peace and quiet!  It doesn't happen all that often, because Dylan is usually at my heels saying "When are you gonna play with me?"

Last night, Jim got home after Dylan and I had already finished dinner.  Dylan was amusing himself in the family room, so I decided to sit and talk to Jim while he ate.  We suddenly heard a gagging/choking sound. Dylan had swallowed a penny.  When we asked "Why did you do that?", we got the usual answer, "I don't know.  I didn't mean to!"  Sigh.  I guess he's not 100% okay being left alone yet!

In spite of that, today I left him to amuse himself in the family room again, while I cleaned up lunch.  When he came to get me, saying "I have to show you something", I was nervous.  "What did he break now", I was thinking.  When we walked into the family room and I saw this huge snowman taking up half the floor, I had to smile and sigh in relief.