It was the other day, yesterday, Monday... I felt good to watch him, but sad at the same time.
I have no pictures. I didn't take any.
It was late on Monday, getting closer to bed time and I asked Nikolai if he wanted to go to his room to wind down and get ready for going to bed. He shook his head yes and went to his room. I was kind of taken aback by this and waited a minute before following him into his room. Before I made it to his room, he shut the door. I waited by the door to see if he would call out. He does that sometimes.
He did not call out.
I opened the door and he had a couple of books on the ottoman, looking through them. He looked up at me, smiled for a second then proceeded to say, "no, no, no, no" while herding me out of his room. The moment I passed through the door, he started to close it.
He wanted time in his room, by himself. So, I went to play on the computer a little bit.
After about 5 minutes, I went back to his room to check on him. I get worried. The same thing happened again. It happened a total of three times before he let me in his room. It was kinda funny. But I felt a little sad about it at the same time. My little boy pushed me away. It was nice that he wanted to be by himself. I am sure it wasn't a horrible thing, and a good thing. But I felt sad. My baby is growing up.
Then, today, he spent some time in his room alone again. He came running out calling for me with a big grin on his face. He gave me hug, ran around the house then went back into his room. I peaked into his room (didn't want him to feel he needed to close his door) and he was looking at his books on the ottoman again.
My little guy is growing up...