Yesterday, he and I were planning on making a cheesecake, and I was hunched over the island reading the recipe while he stood on the chair next to me. Suddenly I felt his little hand rubbing my back affectionately. It was adorable.
Today he picked up his "woolly yeep" (the toy lamb that accompanies him everywhere - when you ask him what kind of animal it is, he says it's a woolly sheep) and said, "I love you, Baa." I was so happy to see him do this without any prompting. Perhaps I'll soon hear those words from him too.
I love my babies.