And it's a son, and he's as adorable as can be. He's right at the age where you can see the kind of toddler he's going to grow up to be, in a few months, but is still a baby. At the end of being a baby, because he runs around, zooming all over the place, and expresses what he wants and doesn't want with words that most people, not just his parents, can understand, but still a baby who cuddles up on his mommy's shoulder when he's tired after she's reading him a bed-time story.
That's right where Em is. She's so independent and doesn't do anything slow, but if she's tired, cranky, or just needs some comfort, she hangs like a baby. My favorite thing in the world is getting home from work and she RUNS to the back door yelling "MOMMA! MOMMA!" and jumps into my arms for a big hug. ::sigh::