a mother's touch

So, it's no surprise that Peter's two favorite people are Kevin and I (in reversed order of preference). His happiness with us is so fun and flattering. A few days ago, I sneaked into his peripheral vision while he was happily playing in his pack and play. When he looked over and saw me, he broke into the happiest of baby smiles.

But...

While driving home with my parents and sister from San Francisco on Friday, Peter started a serious freak-out. The kind where he has to catch his breath, cough a few times, and then start the wailing again. The kind that breaks your heart into a million tiny pieces.

My mother and sister were unable to comfort him, and, thinking that perhaps he was still hungry, I exited the freeway and struggled to find a parking spot.

And...

As soon as he saw my face, peering at him in the backseat, he stopped crying. And started smiling.

Object permanence. You gotta love it.