My son is a certifiable stalker! I can’t make a move in this house without him giving his stamp of approval or, better known as popping up out of nowhere right under my feet. In fact, I’m surprised that there hasn’t been a broken finger yet.
I thought we had narrowly escaped the separation anxiety phase believing that it happened around eight months old, but we seem to be smack dab in the middle of it and it breaks my heart as well as creeps me out.
Mercifully, you like your babysitter so leaving the house usually isn’t a problem, but leaving the room, when you know a car isn’t involved is an entirely different story.
I love the fact that you are so attached to me and miss me when I’m gone, but could use without the wailing, crocodile tears and super sad face whenever I have to use the bathroom; you lose it when disappear into the walk-in closet and God forbid I have to run upstairs for something. I know this is just a phase and will soon pass, but oh, how I miss the days of being able to pee in peace.
The best is yet to be.