A funny story I wanted to recount from this afternoon. As I said in the previous post, Thomas is doing a nice little sleep regression, mostly coming out of his fear of missing out (LOOK AT MY EYES THEY CAN SEE THINGS HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE IT!). As of about 4:30p, in fact, he'd only slept about 10 minutes over five hours. So, needless to say, we were hoping he'd get some snoozing in.
Jake put him down, and he fell asleep for all of about three minutes before he woke himself up again. After he started scream crying (we try to let him self-soothe), I walked in to throw his pacifier in his mouth and try to get him to get some shut eye.
The first thing I noticed is that he was looking into my eyes. This isn't totally strange ... if you're about 12 inches from his face. I, however, was about four feet from his face. As I moved my head from left to right, he kept staring intently and tracking. Oooook. So our eyes work!
He had stopped crying at this point, so I leaned down and put the pacifier in his mouth to try to get him to go back to sleep. He kept looking me dead in the eye, spit it out, and broke into a wide grin. I started laughing and had to walk away before I got him too riled up ... what a guy!