I get that. Which is why I decided to take advantage of our new fence and let Niall continue playing while I made him some breakfast and watched him from the window.
This fence has been such a God-send. I can actually sit in a chair and glance through a magazine or relax for a second and not have to worry about Niall running into the street.
But I was sure that when I slowly walked away, yelling "Byyyeee Niall, bye bye. Mommy's going inside now" that he would quickly realize he was going to be alone and sprint after me. I mean, surely he couldn't survive without mommy, right? I waited for him to pick up his head and notice that I wasn't there. Would he be scared? Confused? I don't want him to be upset...
5 minutes later:
10 minutes later:
He never looked for me. My boy doesn't seem to have the "Where's my mommy??" instinct or concern. It was more like "Finally! Some alone time. Peace out mom."
I had to go outside at this point and put him over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, to get him to come back inside. He's got that explorer spirit; he loves to be outside, loves to run around, loves to play with the bugs and the trees, and loves to do it all on his own. And I love that about him.
Niall loves your votes!