Issac has figured out how to climb out of his crib, walk downstairs and help himself to his toys, thankfully he cannot open the fridge yet or I suspect he might have made himself breakfast too while waiting for his Papa to get up yesterday.

I know that I should be happy that Issac is growing into a new phase of independence, but instead I am a bit verklempt, and not all in a good way.

Soon the days of putting him in his crib for naps or quiet time will be gone and then Mama will really have no time to herself at home since my wonderful, glorious son stalks me daily if I am anywhere in the house.

As soon as the bath is drawn and I quietly ease into it, or just as I am about to sneak a solo bathroom break or a delicious phone call from my best girl. . .

a door flies open, a hand comes through the smallest part of the child-proofed door, or I get to witness a delightful concerto of MAMA, MAMA, MAMA until I exit or he is allowed to enter. 

I did try hiding in a dark closet yesterday so I could catch up with a friend.  We laughed as I whispered and silenced myself completely when I heard him opening doors and looking for me.  (bad mama)

Somehow I know I should treasure this time because I know that it will not last. 

At least I still have his high chair that I can strap him into.

You really thought you could hide from ME?