Our little man is a little adventurer. He loves the outdoors, loves exploring things, and would go off discovering things on his own if it weren't for the careful watch of his exhausted Mama.
Today I asked if he wanted to come along to drop off the Netflix in the mailbox. Of course he did! He's pretty good about holding my hand until I let him run on his own for a bit. And he's pretty good about knowing not to go into the street on his own. Today, however, his curiosity got the better of him. When we got back from the mailbox, Jackson decided he didn't want to come back inside. So, thinking that if I said goodbye and started closing the door, he would (as usual) start crying and bang on the door until I opened it. Not today. I quietly opened the door up to see what he was doing. He had already run out into the middle of the street off on his own adventure (thankfully, we have a pretty safe street)! I have no idea what was going on in his mind as he wandered into the great unknown... Where did he think he was going? When would he have stopped? Or would he? I often wonder what goes on in the mind of my little adventurer.
Needless to say, I scooped him up and brought him right inside, put him in time out and then gave him a good talking to. Don't know if it worked. I'm pretty sure it'll happen again. Probably many more times before he learns to listen to his Mama. I, on the other hand, will not be quite so trusting of him in the meantime.
A glimpse of the laughter and life Jackson brings to our house: