Today I put him on the sofa with a crust of bread while I sewed a seam in Barry's trousers. Three minutes max. Right now he's standing on my left on the sofa, bouncing up and down while I type one-handed... I'm about to make hot chocolate with him on my hip in the kitchen. I'm up and down so frequently I don't bother with a sling. I went out to the washing line for about five minutes this morning, leaving Noah in his high-chair in the kitchen. Charlie entertained him while he shouted for me. Today we walked to the bank, fed ducks and shopped, a round trip of about two hours, with Noah in the sling. If we take a trip in the car obviously he'll be in his seat in the back. I don't use a buggy at all with him yet, may not at all. Sometimes he jigs around on my lap so much I know he wants to explore, so I'll put him on his tummy/back on the ground with a toy. A minute or two only. In the evenings we eat either at the table / on the sofa, Noah on my lap or Barry's. Barry will gladly hold him in the evenings if I want a break to have a bath / nap / blog upstairs for an hour or so. All night he will either be breastfeeding / cuddling me or Barry. I'd say there's probably between 15-30 minutes max in his waking hours when he's in "free space". When he naps in the day I'll either hold him on my lap, as he's usually still breastfeeding in his sleep, or I'll make a nest out of a blanket on the sofa, and spend the time cuddling / feeding / playing with Charlie.
If someone's visiting or we're visiting someone, and they hold Noah, I'm always keeping an eye for his cues that he wants to come back to me. He'll twist towards me and repeatedly fling himself towards me, smiling and calling me with arms outstretched. If I ignore him he'll get more and more agitated, and start to cry after a minute or two. The minute he's back in my arms he's all smiles again, turning and "chatting" to whoever just held him.
This is how I like it. I've never made him get used to being away from me, and our separations are minimal. Once he's walking he'll go off to explore, and come back to the safety of my arms when he needs to. Our separations will be longer as he grows older, but for now, these last few months he's still my baby. He lived in me, now he lives on me, that's the way it's meant to be. It's not for everyone, but this is how we do it.