Worry

I am a worrier. I worry that Beck sleeps to much. I worry that he keeps his hands clenched. I worry that he doesn't grab at things yet. I worry that he doesn't laugh yet. I worry that he doesn't smile enough. I worry that he is such a wonderful baby and great kid that I won't get to keep him for very long. I worry that I have not yet captured a real smile yet. So here is the closest I've gotten. I worry that I worry too much. I hope this is all normal. If not don't tell me. Then I'd worry.