I thought, "How ridiculous! A crash helmet for babies".
Now that Bubba is learning to crawl and pull himself up on the furniture I can see the appeal. He pulled himself up on the coffee table the other day and then conked his forehead on it. My heart stopped. I was right there, but not quick enough to stop him. I grabbed him and hugged him. He recovered quicker than I did and was squirming to get away in a minute. I reluctantly let him go and made a pillow barricade just in time for his second attempt at scaling the table. He is a suicide machine!
As Bubba gets more independent it becomes clear that
A short while ago one of my best friends was over visiting for the afternoon and volunteered to stay with Bubba so my husband and I could go out. At first I thought, "Really? I am actually going to leave him?"
It isn't that I don't trust her. I totally do. She is very capable, and has a wonderful 15 year old daughter who is proof of that. Bubba and I just haven't been apart that much. I am attached to him, and he is to me.
Like I said, I need to learn to let go.
Before I could over think her offer, I accepted. And we left Bubba with his Auntie T and had a date night. We went for sushi then wandered around for a half hour in the dollar store next door to the restaurant. We are party animals, I know. Hey it's been over 7 months, we are not used to the freedom yet. We were gone for less than two hours altogether. I held my breath as we walked into our building and approached our front door. It was quiet.
We open the door and Bubba was happily playing with his Auntie. I internally let out a sigh of relief. It was like we never left. He was completely unfazed. I don't know what I was so afraid of all this time.
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