The other day at the library, we were walking to the play area, when he spotted a little girl, around 4 years old, that he apparently HAD to hug. He ran over to her and threw his arms around her waist. She was a little nervous and pulled back. Drew held on. His balance was in jeopardy, but he was bound and determined to give her the best hug she'd ever had. Then she started moving backwards. You'd think he'd give up then. But no. He held on, even while his little feet were limply being dragged back with her, his whole body slack except his arms which were still clasped tightly around her waist. I had to literally pull him off her. Luckily the mom of the little girl thought it was hilarious, and who could blame her? I still crack up every time I think about it.
Our wonderful little walker has definitely been turning into a talker. He's even started to combine words to get what he wants across (i.e. 'Mo dis' meaning more this. He'll say that when he's pointing at something he wants. Or "Bus Tees" Brush Teeth.). He's an adorable little genius. He still mostly jabbers on rather empatically and I'm not always sure what he wants, but we're getting there. It seems like he says a new word every day. My favorite so far? "Pup pup" Puppy. Could he be any cuter?