"Nate looked up at me and smiled this morning. Then he followed my face around the room. It made my day."
I wrote this in May. It was when I had a wholly irrational fear that Nate wasn't acknowledging faces, and could be autistic. This line was meant to be part of a larger blog post, but has sat unpublished since that date.
This fear seems ridiculous now. Now he's 5 months old, and loves peek-a-boo. He lights up when he recognizes his sister's faces amongst a crowd of other children. He looks around the room for a face, when he hears mom's voice. He laughs more than I knew a 5 month old could.
It just doesn't make sense to worry about things before they can happen. There are enough things going on that you have to worry about, and only good reason warrants adding to that list.
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