Contact!
A small baby, let's say somebody 25 days old, is pretty much on auto-pilot. He cries when he's hungry, by reflex, he eats, he makes a little mustard thing in the diaper when he feels like it, and the rest of the day he's asleep.
And all the while, Jessica and I keep looking at this tiny creature for every single change in the look on his face. And sure, he's got dozens of specific looks. There's the "Man, I need to take a dump" look, the "I think I'm gonna sneeze" one, there's "I need food, and I need it now" look, as well as the "Boy, this Mom person really does rule". And then there's my personal favorite: "Dad, I know you know that I know a lot more than I let on" which is a cute little croked smile and something that looks like a wink.
Anyway, since so much of his life is just reflexes, you can imagine how happy we were last night when Hannes lifted his head and turned it from side to side, depending on where his Mom and Dad were talking.
He can't hold his head up for more than a few seconds, and the turning really does exhaust him, but still..
We made contact.
