He also is gibber-gabbering a TON (interspersed with the words he CAN say: Mama, Dada, wa-wa (for water), dog, dat?, Nana, ball, etc.) But the difference is that instead of it sounding like just random sounds/words as it has in the past, it sounds like a CONVERSATION. Man, oh man, I wish I spoke "baby"! The other morning, around 1:00am I brought him into bed with us when he woke up crying and coughing (he's got Mommy's cold). Instead of letting him crying it out after soothing him, like I normally have been, I just swept him up and into my exhausted arms (I'd been coughing from 9:30-midnight straight before finally passing out, only to be woken up at ONE) and brought him into bed with us.
We've also been talking about babies a LOT with Hunter lately. I know he's little and may not understand ANY of what we're saying, but I still feel the need to sorta try to prepare him for his little brother or sister due to arrive mid-March. Hunter has a baby doll (I bought it when first preggo and wanting to help the doggies adjust, and after that I left it in the toy box for when friend's daughters came over to play) which he has fallen in LOVE with.
Despite the fact that chasing after him is becoming more and more exhausting, the more preggo I get, I LOVE watching Hunter walk like such a big boy. I'm so proud of him and how sturdy he is. Monday I took Hunter to Walgreens with me so that I could buy myself some plain Robitussin (becuz HOW ANNOYING, Target didn't have plain Robitussin...only CF or DM...which pregnant ladies can not use!). I was standing in the aisle, juggling his 27 lb wriggly body while trying to figure out what I needed, so I put him down and he started pulling out bottles of cough syrup off the shelf, like a great helper for his Mommy.