Buddy Boy, though he still won't say a word, is such an effective communicator. In addition to his baby sign language and his ever-ready grunts and growls and lots of pointing, he pantomimes. Y'all, it is the funniest thing. He'll act out some little scenario with gestures and noises (like, pointing and woofing and going to stand by the window to remind us that we saw a dog outside), and then, if you ask him a question about it, he'll pantomime back an answer (How big was the dog? Oh, very big. Hands held high in the air.). It's the greatest.
Little Guy has developed an alias...Mr. John Parker. He'll shake your hand and say, "Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Mr. John Parker."
That's a nice, respectable name. But the name he gives everyone and everything else? Pweena. He's pretty determined that his baby sister be named Pweena, too. When I mentioned to him the name we are considering, he informed me that he would be calling her Pweena, regardless.
I also love his determination to do every last thing Little Guy does.
That brown orb, out of focus, but large and in charge? Oh, that would be my 24 week belly, which just so happens to be measuring 26 weeks. Some expectant women lose sight of their feet; I'm losing sight of my babies!