Whenever I go upstairs in our apartment (whether to put away laundry or potty), I hear a little cry (sometimes followed by a much larger cry).
I know at that point Moose has realized that I am not in his immediate sight. He usually can figure out I'm upstairs.
At which point, he comes over to the stairs. He climbs the bottom stair and sits on his knees. Sometimes he waits patiently for my reappearance. Other times, Moose does NOT wait patiently, but rather will cry the entire time I'm upstairs.
I don't mind much. I know he misses me, even if I'm only gone for a split-second.
And as I come down the stairs, I see these little peepers peeking up at me through the baby gate.
As I get closer, I see almost-white hair poking over the top.
Finally, as I'm almost to the bottom, I see this giant baby smile, all for me!
And as I gently climb over the gate (trying not to step on said baby), I squat down and pick up my handsome boy-in-waiting to give him a big "Mommy-missed-you-while-upstairs" hug.
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