The other day, we were headed home down the block. Without directing him, River turned in on the path to our house and headed up the front steps. It was so cool to think that he knew which house was his. Today, coming home from the opposite direction, he did the same thing.
Each little evidence of brain wiring is an exciting movement – from the first time he answered my question by bringing me a shirt when I asked where his clothes were, to his first correct verbal response, to various signs of memory. But for some reason, knowing where his house is really strikes me. At only 18 months, he already has both a sense of direction and of home. That makes me happy.