raising an introvert

Am I raising Eddie to be an introvert? I cannot help but think this as I pick him up off the floor of the library and carry him out the door past the other mothers and smiling babies. He just was not happy. We sit there in the room waiting for class to start and instead of showcasing his newly acquired baby skills of crawling and patting and sitting up from being on his stomach, he just sits there and stares and sucks on his toy. Five minutes into the class and he is fussing and crying. I look at his eyes and the dark circles under his eyes, getting redder by the minute, and after listening to two books be read, I decide that we are out. Must go home for a nap. Today at music class a similar scenario arises - the fussing, the eyes and the sitting there like a lump sucking on a rubber airplane - and yet I am compelled to stick to it and stay for the entire class solely because we attend with my neighbor and her daughter and I didn't want to bail on them. I repeat, "somebody's tired" and "somebody's gotta take a nappy." And yet when we come home Eddie just wants to play. Is he really becoming a full-out homebody, or is it my own sense of self that is projecting this feeling upon him?

As the weather warms up (today is a balmy 80 degrees - crazy!), I intend to get out with him more and more. The addition of Marty the dog has made doing so more of a challenge because she hates to be left home alone, as in barks and whines whenever I leave. But I am slightly concerned that Eddie will be uber-introverted...never a positive thing in my opinion because social ineptitude is likely. Translation: he will be made fun of as a kid. And yet of course his thoughtfulness, focus and sensitive nature will be characteristics that I expect will remain throughout his life and shall be treasured...at least by those who love him.