It's a good thing. . .

I got some really sweet hugs from Ethan today. It almost made up for him thinking it was morning at 2:30 am. Who am I kidding? It totally made up for it (since we slept until 10 afterward).  Seeing him become more and more affectionate the past month or two has been one of my favorite things.  He's really cute with his stuffed animals.  He has plush bears, and a crochet lamb that he really loves to hug.  The bears seem to be his favorite though.

He likes to look at dogs, whether in real life, on a movie, or in pictures.  And he knows what sound they make, thanks to our neighbors' dogs (there are FIVE behind our house). Hearing him do his little, "arf! arf!" helps me dislike those dogs a *little* less.

Even though he doesn't have very many words, he's getting so much more able to communicate what he's thinking, which is wonderful. He's also understanding what we say a lot more.  He most definitely knows what "bath time" is.  I only have to say it once and he makes a beeline for the bathroom.  Of course, he seems to pick up on the things he likes more quickly. ;)  He pretends he doesn't know what "no" means, but I've got his game figured out.

Was it last week, or the week before?  Hmm. . . can't remember.  Anyway, we've been doing a lot of dancing at our house lately, and he recently started doing a new little dance.  You can see it in this video.

Yeah we have fun with this little guy.  But at night I often repeat to myself, "It's a good thing he's so cute. . . "